selected past writing at 42opus



Their legs are trees. He jaguars into the room. He stalks in pajamouflage. A tree root guts him with an upkick, flips him, stunned. He looks up like he's down in the lesson tub looking up at Father. A man's smile wavers in a whiskey glass.

2 December 2002 | fiction, flash fiction, experimental



When You Got Somebody by CLINT MEADOWS

Twenty minutes until my brother's wedding and I'm drunk and my mouth is hot and thick with vomit.

2 September 2002 | fiction, flash fiction



She can only imagine cars

on the highway. Thinks they must glint like boats

on a blue harbor. She can only imagine boats

on a blue harbor.

27 May 2006 | poetry


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