Passport by Ryan Shea
I’ve become partial, a blip, a dim light that the interaction between my conscious and unconscious convulsions scraped alive under the influence of reality television. […]
I’ve become partial, a blip, a dim light that the interaction between my conscious and unconscious convulsions scraped alive under the influence of reality television. […]
Your mother is asking for your things back, my love. Your cashmere sweaters, your crockpot, your gold ring that once belonged to your father. As […]
The structure of “Does the Pig?” is full of rhythm–it’s almost hypnotic, the way we keep going back to the same event and learn something […]
I’ve got a Roy Batty doll that I keep next to my bed. He’s got white hair that sticks out at his widow’s peak, deep […]
Kali was one of the dogs I checked in on throughout that summer. Her owner was a short man with a long-distance fiancée and I […]
HANS I was born under a porch. A boy took me home. I kept clean enough. I had no words for this life until the […]
I used to think I was the only one who had swallowed a glass piano. That was why I had to keep my secret, why […]
Your pieces are incredibly abstract, are there specific meanings that you derive from them or hoped your audience would derive from them? I absolutely love […]
I was a demon, cursing in a high nook of the Cloudbuster. I told the kids, in a raspy voice, that I’d eat their flesh […]
He created the first pearl while wildfires flared across the west. It popped out of him when his Grindr hookup knocked on the door, this […]
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