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Fortnightly Fiction | Syd

Syd His visage popping out the top of that sleeping bag. Whatche have der? Little beardy head on him. Thick fucking eyebrows. Thick fuck. Couldn’t have just accordioned that neck of his back into the sleeping bag and stayed quiet. It’s…

Poem of the Week | Gulp by Hiram Larew

Gulp By Hiram Larew What if it turns out after all That down is really up Or if digging or diving deep is a powerful lifting instead? Why is rise so special? What if everything beneath here – rocks, water, critters, mud, life – Is in fact…