Graveyard Polka by B. C. Nance
Graveyard Polka “Listen, now,” Victor said to the cab driver, “you drive to the front gate...
Read MoreGraveyard Polka “Listen, now,” Victor said to the cab driver, “you drive to the front gate...
Read MoreDutch Darren Daulton crouched behind the plate, ligaments in his knees crackling like...
Read MoreAn Ordinary Morning The sun, gold like Liquidized stones, almost Called lava, found its way...
Read MoreThe Ecology of Duck Death It was poor design that killed the duck in the end. A fairly...
Read MoreHeart-Shaped Lollies I arrive At the Station. Heart-shaped lollies Stuck to cement floors...
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