by William Moore | Oct 7, 2015 | William |
Morphine The river was perfect that day. Mattresses floated with disregard. Futons sank, deservedly so. To be a bed and a couch is already too much, and either way, not a boat. Mattresses, however. Who doesn’t want to float with disregard? (Clarification. There are no...
by William Moore | Oct 6, 2015 | William |
Directives You get no pretty pictures here. Ok? Alright? You’re going home. At least nod so I know you understand. Ok? Good. You got this tube inside you that runs up your arm, across your chest here, to your central artery. That’s your heart....
by William Moore | Oct 1, 2015 | William |
There Are Rules I’m nine on the family trip to the West Coast, when my aunt confiscates the dead crawfish from the restaurant, wraps it in a cloth napkin. A rule: You can take the napkin if it’s for a dead fish. Outside, set the fish into a stream. When it’s not...
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