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Hot Stuff by Charlie Robert

Hot Stuff.At The Bar.Tiddly Winks.At The Bar.Free Drinks.Free Cigar.Top Shelf.Avatar.Hot StuffLoose LipsRuff RuffNice Tips.Hot Stuff.Taxi Cab.Open Blouse.Grab Bag.Penthouse.Dirty Mag.Your SpouseDressed InDrag.Hot StuffHandcuffsHang ToughCream Puff.Hot Stuff.Pretty Boy.With Your NaughtyNaughtyToy.Did You Dig TheScene? Did YouFlash SomeGreen.Call YourMommy First?Then YourMister Clean? Hot StuffRuff RuffHave You Had Enough? If The Answer’sNo YouCan GetTo Go. Continue reading Hot Stuff by Charlie Robert

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Reminder: Medieval Rabbits Wore Armor by Brandy McKenzie

There are rabbits in the corners of our yards,sweet, fidgety marginalia ready to boltaway from you the moment you step nearas though you whispered the words of god. They will never understand prayers of comfortor welcome. Rabbits live in the world below,the warrens and hollows and empty spacesyou’ve tried and failed to eradicate. They only appear before you in orderto survive. It’s not as though … Continue reading Reminder: Medieval Rabbits Wore Armor by Brandy McKenzie

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Mandira’s Kitchen by Floyd Humphrey

Like slimy gutter rats, Britain’s ICE agents slid through the back fence targeting a chic Indian restaurant,its owner embodying “British values,”employing competent people disregarding their ethnicity: meritocracy at its best Mandira, lauded by Britain’s culinary finest—Nigella Lawson, Jamie Oliver and Channel 4—was on holiday, delegating managementto those in whom she believedto those in whom she trusted the ICE rats with two pit bulls and Surrey police,who think … Continue reading Mandira’s Kitchen by Floyd Humphrey

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A Child’s Hellscape of Verses by Gary Keenan

Sing a song of sixpence spent on killingA popular hobby but never quite fulfilling I wish for day, I wish for mightTo survive the drones each night Round and round in circles, dizzy in despairStumble on a landmine and disappear Little Mohamet sat on a bucket eating a crust of stale breadAlong came a sniper with a .50 cal rifle and shot off Mohamet’s head … Continue reading A Child’s Hellscape of Verses by Gary Keenan

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