He had drank the bad whiskey, the shit that his friend had stored in a jar wrapped in brown paper down in the ground. He stumbled down the loose dirt hill to the stream and found it dry. There were trees all around like bristling hair. He sat down. He could see a dotted line in the dirt at the inside edge of the dry creek bed, wavering and swirling ( Read more... )

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Maybe a longer one. Bzzzz. Okay ( Read more... )

My model was still nude when Darla came home. She was eating half a sandwich, sitting on the old parlor couch next to me. I was eating the other half. Some bread crumbs littered her crossed thighs. We were facing the door Darla filled, the easel turned away from us, the half finished painting reflecting in the fogged glass ( Read more... )

Dead hungry in the shower, I looked down and my gleaming clean penis and was thankful. Thankful that Tony had a shower at all, that he would stay home sick from school for me, just to open the door, to let me in while his mom was at work. He had told me before that he could just act like it was a spend-the-night but no, I wouldn’t let him. She ( Read more... )

I am living proof. I am dust under the nails. I am male hands sprouting from unzipped pants. I am abused dog who pees on the carpet when master comes home. I am cracked voice, flushed face, laughter suppressed ( Read more... )

When we found eachother at the bottom of the pit, I didn't have that metal in my mouth anymore. I didn't have that strap on my shoulders. I was barest bare, tangled in with you like we always should have been. You were beaming happy, burning me to you like a hot plate. Your skeleton hands were cold though, pressing into me like a doctor's exam. ( Read more... )

Found me mid day, bleeding through the too bright sun. He washed up in the surf, and rose wavering and uncertain ( Read more... )

Gotta have my trophy ( Read more... )

What in the living hell inspectrometer bullshit. I want to roll in the garbage and reeeeeeeeel so badly in the light of the moon and the man who comes down and touches me from its many many holes. He brings a ladder and a can of soda to reach into me with, pulling quarters fro my belly like an uncles parlor trick. I hate him. He just brings gut ( Read more... )

Tip toeing out into the warming darkness, he is timid yet confident. He is black on black. The form defined by its worn rounded edges ( Read more... )