Month: June 2026
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Toilet Poems III & IV by Iryna Somkina
I hated every single word I spoke, offering mattresses wearing a plastic headset
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Gorko Chef Rambo Bolillo: It is just as easy to cook for four as for one, but I did not, did I
Then there is The Rambo Zone in the fridge, clearly marked out with masking tape.
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Walking Down St. Michael’s Hill After Seeing You For The Last Time by Karina Longo
a medicine against / closed curtains
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When the Goo Goes: A Study in Post-Prostatic Sadness by Patrick Carella
This paper examines the psychosocial aftermath of ejaculatory cessation following prostate removal.
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Equal Parts by Michael Igoe
I try to map the course of an evening beforehand. I hope to later gain control over its content and theme.
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The Gift for The Weakest by Shawn Scott Smith
Trying to comprehend the pleasure and pain, Of the fox and boar, Who had no sympathy for the small
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PERFECT: BABY BEFRIENDING GOAT DEFIES LAWS OF GRAVITY
He was letting the popular five-month kid billy Socks nibble goat feed from his outstretched baby hand when the miracle happened.
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Dispatches from the Emotional Trenches: A Guide to Being a Cancer by Iryna Somkina
A special Gorko correspondent delivers an ultimate, unfiltered reality check.
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food for though and 3 more by jenkin benson
eschew the eastside hubbellsores deflated santas tirefacturers
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Book Excerpt: ‘Taffy Blonde: From Russia With A Makarov’ by Ian Mitchell
It is no mistake that Mitchell has been checking out stacks of Ian Fleming novels from the library under an assumed name.
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Going Up by C. Hightower
Tents became hotels overnight. Red-white-and-blue banners fluttered like uncertain flags in a play with no ending.
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THE HEXAPODIC EXOSKELETONS FROM HELL by Steen W. Rasmussen
Unperturbed, he is, by the presence of the Queen of Sevenia—who, no longer seven‑legged on account of an unlucky run‑in with a gypsy moth
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The Son of Vulcan by James Callan
The darkest of evil has no lineage; no mother from whom to wean, no sire to claim their name.
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Preposterously Bad Poem by Professor Stout (writing as Mr. Heustis)
One of the more celebrated poems from Professor Stout’s second Jabs & Donner volume I love Seamen.
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A Review of Country-Mouse Synth Music by Stephan Crown-Weber
As you chuck-chuck nibble peanuts near the turnaround for twelve miles, dogs spot you, too simple to be construed as vicious.
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COUNT CHAUDES-AURILLAC IS COMING: HE WANTS THE MOVIE RIGHTS TO YOUR HISTORICAL NOVEL ‘THE CHAUDES AND THE AURILLACS’
THE NIGHTMARE HAS BECOME REALITY
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I literally spoilt the vanilla each time offered to me by Jayanta Bhaumik
there was no wall, no bar, so I found Dino like all find some day
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Pebbles with opened bodies and 2 more visual poems by Laszlo Aranyi
Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) poet, visual poet, anarchist, occultist from Hungary.
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Tanizaki Soup Song by Parker Galloway
i’m lost in contemplation soup, it’s les murmures, les chuchetemenz
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IN THE AFTERMATH OF FINDING SEA HORSE FOSSILS by Shrutidhora P Mohor
Last April when I checked into room 14 on the first floor as usual, dad and son were already there in the adjacent room, playing chess through sultry, sticky long afternoons.
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GIVE A MAN A MATTRESS AND HE WILL JUST GO TO SLEEP. 3 THINGS TO GIVE A MAN GUARANTEED TO SPICE UP YOUR LOVE LIFE
The gift of cash is not always the worst idea.
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While Walking by the Corner Store, I Overheard a Couple of Drug Dealers Talking About Drone Strikes and 2 more by Justin Karcher
For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine a desperate amateur astronomer
