Empathy, by Donora Rihn

  after Jeffrey Dahmer   You would not have eaten me. I would have seen the Ohio in you, how this place never breathes, and we would have held one another, eaten sugar, then something green. Then. Your boyfriend would have sat with us at the kitchen table while my husband asked, Jeff, how is […]

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I WROTE THIS BOOK ONE TIME, MAYBE YOU’VE HEARD OF IT, BUT PROBABLY NOT, BECAUSE NOBODY READ IT, INCLUDING MY FATHER. I CALLED IT BEND WITH THE KNEES & OTHER LOVE ADVICE FROM MY FATHER. HA! GET IT?, fiction by Benjamin Drevlow

  Here’s an image: Yours truly six feet tall, but probably closer to five eleven these days, three hundred and fifty pounds of straight trans fats, triglycerides, and stretch marks as far as the eye can see. Or as far south as the frayed threads of my wifebeater will reach down my distended beer gut. […]

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In Memoriam, Wes Craven by GB

  While in jail, I read Wes Craven’s novel, Fountain Society. My parents sent it to me with some other books I don’t remember. I barely recall what the book is about because I mostly read it to turn off the noise from the other inmates screaming or talking. They spoke so loud you couldn’t […]

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