(Dedicated to J., and to the Mothercity Philadelphia; please stop killing. START snitching- 260 homicides in 2006, and the murder rate has risen 25% from 2004. The year is not even over, and we’ve killed 20 more than last. STOP THE HATE AND THE VIOLENCE WILL END. -hz)
I awoke more distressed than [...]
To Kill Insects
untitled, an Ode to S.
Soft, her lips move like the most sensual rain and I’m hoping for a flood, missing her is my ineffable pain, like the absence of blood in my veins obscurring what’s left of my self-affliction and I let it melt and drip down from my brain, down spinal stairs to spiraling Kundalini a feast to [...]
Something Solid-State
For months the notion had been swimming around his pallid, dull brain for months and he nursed it-it nursed him- like a baby on its mother’s teat. The idea like cancer grew and soon it was no longer a wish for viable memory that drove him, but a desire for active emotion. Memory [...]
Anomaly
In the beginning of this story, there is a hole. Above the hole is a man shrouded in rain and dusk, and beyond the rainwater, and the mud, and the sweat from the midsummer’s humid cloak, a tear slides down his face and into the hole. This tear is buried alongside memory in [...]
South Street, a Portrait
The litter of the Aftermath was incalculable. No amount of preparation would have prevented the heaps of trash, unidentifiable muck and grime at the end of the night. Luckily, most of it would be gone by daybreak, swept away nightly by street sweepers and hauled off by city workers. But while it [...]
My Eighteenth Birthday
Ironically, it was the day after my birthday, usually a happy and calm day when one basks in the acknowledgement or being officially a year older. And it started out this way; I went through school as I would any Friday, but now with the added casualness of recovering from a birthday. I [...]
Provoking Thought, a Dialogue
“Listen, why don’t you just write about some conversation you’ve already had and embellish it a little bit? You’re always having great conversations.”
“Yeah, but that’s kind of a cop-out. It isn’t really mine. At least, not all mine.”
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Downtown, Slaughter
The sky here is dark -here in Slaughter- red and dusty like red velvet creasing across a celestial bed, covering the stars like spilled seed beneath these atmospheric bed sheets. Big, red and flat, almost inverted, with buildings like obituaries cut out and pasted to that opaque sheet, a homicide story collage. Television [...]
Welcome to Slaughter
In some ostracized out-section of the universe, a town exists outside the reaches of normal societal development, and somehow, by some cruel twist of fate, its inhabitants exist simply as carriers of the worst, most inevitable disease that this infernal cosmos has envisioned: time. These vile little creatures that live, sleep, fuck, eat, cry, [...]
Every Night I Shut My Eyes
Unfortunately, her nails-like-razorblades were insufficient, because her nails-like-razorblades were not an unordinary thing, and her nails-like-razorblades ran down his back not for the first time, and her nails-like-razorblades bore into his mind as something trite and romantic in that aspect- in [...]
