They are known to do this when company comes over and they are showing off. I set my cutting board next to the one Teresa was working on. He has been published in a dozen journals and over a dozen anthologies including Proud to Be: He believes that brevity is the soul of something he read about once, and whatever that something is or was, it should be cut in half immediately. Red ties amplify our rage. Crystal Snoddon is a Canadian writer.
Issue No. 14
My dog is licking his rear end constantly, what is that?
Enough of his orange touch! Versailles defanged, the nation booms a volkisch grace seems far away. People wrote Facebook words against Trump, posted signs in store windows that love trumps hate. The dimensions of a wall stretch beyond all the unseen corners isolated from those images that seem to step out of nowhere. When I came downstairs again, Tijuana and Teresa were waiting for me in front of the bag of guavas without the least idea what to do with them.
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Her face, reflected by the neon and glass, suddenly looks older. I enjoyed spending Sunday at home with my mother and sister: Overlooked and underpaid, too wrapped up in our salaried gigs and side hustles to recognize the static movement of change. When she finished I had an erection again. Tijuana stuck a finger in my belly button and told me I looked very cute.
Lapsed Episcopalian and convert to Islam, we manage to maintain a peaceful coexistence between faith and doubt. He currently lives in Urbana, IL. He whipped the crowd to a froth like cream. Where are you now, Little Red? Blood, Sweat, and Houses. Everything is hazardous, even this poem. Terrified, I had visions of a proctologist.
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