Month: August 2016

All the Ugly and Wonderful Things by Bryn Greenwood

  Wavonna Quinn, known as Wavy, born in the backseat of a car to drug addicted and drug dealing parents, is the heroine of Bryn Greenwood’s third novel. That she fell in love at the age of eight with a man who was twenty and pursued him through years of trial and trouble is the (some would say) inappropriate subject of a novel so full of ugly and wonderful things. The truth is the inappropriate people in Wavy’s life were her parents and while doing the best she could, she found the perfect person for herself. Besides being a druggy, her mother also suffered from a form of OCD that included a horror of germs. Wavy did not eat, except in solitude where no one could watch her, she could keep a place clean, and due to other traumatic times with mom, she did not talk. The celestial bodies were her company and she knew all the constellations by heart from a young age. Whenever her parents got violent with each other, which happened regularly, she mostly kept her little brother from harm. The love of her life, Joe Kellen, is no prince charming. He’s been in prison, he is an enforcer for Wavy’s father, meaning he has to do what he has to do when a deal goes off the rails, he is part Native American with no...

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Seven poems on the fortifications of Cartagena, Spain

  The Batteries of Aguilones and Conejo 2 batteries, abandoned villages on hillsides looking out across the sea linked by the tunnel of the wind, a pass. Conejo as the name implies is full of rabbits breeding merrily Nobody shoots them there. It´s far too near refineries. A spark could send those up Did eagles fly over Aguilones once? The only eagle left there is mosaic. A peaceful corner high above the fumes That linger in the valley down below. Its guns wore out during the Civil War. Replaced by others that were little used. Cyclists and walkers populate...

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TOGETHER,

      they rule the world of seduction, aiming to evade lonely masturbation as they parade through bars and clubs, nervous nerds peacocking their way to alpha, mocking targets in a bid for numbers and nymphae, sarging sets and placing bets on a full close (fucking that sexy 9 who wouldn’t look at you twice without your magic tricks who’s now sucking your dick because you used Takeaway and Sniper Neg). Fancy acronyms and fat phonebooks aside, all these men playing The Game are the same. Unable to trust in their own personalities, they set out to create Playboy realities in the minds...

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Glass Spiders

  It begins with a splintering intersection of time and reality. The world shatters, seeks to cobweb, to consume the glass coffin that encases and confines. I inhale and hold and pray, but forget what I’m praying for? The sensation stalls like a pinched vein unable to release the life-giving blood within. But it hasn’t stopped. Not really. She is here. I grasp the handle, cold to my touch, try to release my trapped body for I am late, or we are late, I think? My exit into the lucid darkness is to become one with the night and...

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Fan Boys Ruin Everything

  Jessica stopped short of telling Eckhart what she thought of the costume. “The horns need work,” is all she said. She wished she could have added, “And all your colors are off. Your tights make your legs look like you should be dressed as a Tinker Bell fairy not Obito Yuchia.” He had nice thighs, Obito not Eckhart, but they were not very realistic. At least Jessica never saw anyone with such legs. She spent most of her time around 15-year-old boys, so maybe next year some of the boys she knew would have muscular thighs. She doubted...

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