Oldgirl by Sean Dowie
I need to become a wrinkly, bitter old person immediately. Adolescence is such a bore. My friends obsess over boys, gossip, and grades. I’m shorter […]
I need to become a wrinkly, bitter old person immediately. Adolescence is such a bore. My friends obsess over boys, gossip, and grades. I’m shorter […]
Baby comes into the world fat bloody and useless. It stays this way all its life. No claws no bark no kelly green solar panels. […]
It was specifically stated in my will that my mother not be my embalmer. As the Commander-in-Chief of a country in strife, I was practical […]
My therapist says I need a healthier way to process my anger, so I purchase a personal volcano online. Outer insulation. Apartment scale. Sweet pick, […]
My mother hunted, and her mother before her. In the ancient history of indoors, Great-Nana was a realtor. A taste for houses runs in my […]
But that does remind me, since the defining moment of my failed marriage to ex-wife Frizz happened in Orlando, of Jones, Florida, which is about […]
The Museum of Heads holds the world’s largest collection of heads. The Museum of Heads opened a long time ago. No one can say when. […]
My addiction to Death’s attention Death knocks on my mother’s front door every six to nine months to deliver his best news. He captured another […]
We’re far out, way, way far out from the houses when we see him coming, the shape of a man struggling towards us from the […]
Today, hex literary speaks with Ryan Habermeyer, a Maryland-based author. A selection of his work, “A Necronautical Field Guide to Utah,” appeared in hex this spring. Ryan […]
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