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“…the best green athletic powder around. All right, now back to the show.” “So, like I was saying,” continued the podcast host, “growing up, every neighborhood had that one guy. That one old bastard.” “We sure did…” replied the cohost. “He lived right down the street. We’d be outside, riding our bikes, and he’d be… Read More » The Axe Man The post The Axe Man appeared first on TrashLight Press .
On the first day of Advanced Ethics, Dr. V wrote a single word on the board: Bias. “We all have at least one population we hold prejudice toward or feel uncomfortable around,” he said, settling on the edge of his desk to face us. “Your job is to identify it before it identifies you.” He… Read More » You Won’t Learn His Name The post You Won’t Learn His Name appeared first on TrashLight Press .
Lester Davis had today marked on his calendar. The wait felt like an eternity every time, but he awoke with the joy and excitement of a child on Christmas morning. The old man was certain that today was the day his dream would come true. Lester was a 65-year-old retired factory worker who spent much… Read More » When Memory Turns to Ghosts The post When Memory Turns to Ghosts appeared first on…
The dark, seething atmospheres of Glasgow’s gay clubs and exclusive basement parties are home to unique displays of queer fashion, too shocking to be seen on the cover of British Vogue. The latex outfits are revealing, shiny and popstarish, curated and obscure. The people wearing them are confident and elaborate, yet vulnerable. Venues like Polo… Read More » Queer Fashion and Nightlife in Glasgow…
Oil refineries, freeways, and the Port of Long Beach set the boundaries of Eric’s home turf in south Los Angeles. Dotted around the neighbourhoods were pumpjacks, which always reminded him of giant praying mantises. When he was younger, he envied the insects’ cunning ferocity. The stink of sewage from the incineration plant in Carson… Read More » Eric The post Eric appeared first on TrashLight…
delicate porcelain dolls in glass cabinets?or maybe National Geographic from the 1980’s?or pickle jars and plastic containersbecause you never know when you could use a tomato-stained sour cream tub?you keep them with your grocery bagof deflated grocery bagsnext thing you knowyou’re keeping foods scraps for compost that never make it to the gardenand your dryer… Read More » What Do You Horde? The…
Might be your belief system, not any one Single belief but the whole mechanismMight be drowning In its own smug delusion As a way of coping with unhappiness and TraumaAs a way of claiming identity A ghost ship emerging out of the mistYou questionable experiment, you Justifier of near-truths and superstitious oaths Creating beautiful excuses… Read More » The Mirage The post The Mirage appeared…
It’s at least one, maybe creeping up on two.I don’t wear a watch and I’m off my meds.I’m getting that beggared feeling in my gut, that a knife will soon be pushing through it if I don’t get high. There are no medicine cabinets or pocketbooks to rifle this time of day,but the convenience stores… Read More » We Met at the Beach The post We Met at the Beach appeared first on TrashLight Press .
Compressed and crushed in glass, above, man screams. Flesh blood and bone formaldehyde preserved,A specimen ‘tween silicon plate seams. A skin dissected, torn and pulled, now gleams;Her single cell layer scalpel-peeled and curved, Compressed and crushed in glass, above, man screams. From body onto glass flow iron hemes And pounding on her prison undeserved,A specimen… Read More » The Specimen Sex…
My body only danced between my thighs after midnight. That was the compromise. Daytime belonged to being a perfect Mormon girl for decades. Clean lines. Night belonged to whatever slipped the leash when my brain’s breaks were off. I learned not to ask for more than that. Learned to say fine. Learned to swallow the… Read More » This Mormon Wife had a Secret Life: Not Anymore The post This Mormon…
