The Future is Men Fighting Over Shit They Don’t Want

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Everybody knows there’s a relentless war on manhood. Your teacher’s mistake was thinking that men like us would sit back and let the world change without us, without our say so. We are men, Eric. We feel the facts like fire coursing through our veins.More

Epistaxis

Epistaxis

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I could see blood trickling down her right nostril. It streamed down her lips. Pooled in her cleft chin. Spread like cracks in broken glass down her neck in bright red streaks. And there was a funny rumbling in her throat too—something near a purr—what I took at the time as a sign of pleasure.More

Sun Versus Dale

Sun Versus Dale

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The other time, they just let her go because back then only one fellow student claimed Pamela pushed the Barbie look-alike into an oncoming car. The snitch was a Goth girl, smelled like dirt, and no one believed her. She was an attention seeker, with her purple-and-black hair.More

Dad Never Takes Us to a Tiger’s Game

Dad Never Takes Us to a Tiger’s Game

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Sometimes two dads become one & then they split into three & they’re being swallowed up by their own sea of dark blue t-shirts & hats & the tents fill up with contortionist dads & trampoline act dads & they all come back out of their tents & say hurry we’re going to miss the best thing.More

Three Stories

Three Stories

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Your hair smells like fire, he said at volume to his kid in McDonalds, but she was busy eating chicken nuggets and trying to work out if it’s okay to loathe your father.More

Discards

Discards

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My turn in line, and how easy to now imagine my mother, a child just like me, in a lunch line at school, thinking a paper lunch card made them special, unaware it was for all the wrong reasons, unaware of what it said of them now and what it threatened to say for their future.More

Edgar Allan Poetry

Edgar Allan Poetry

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My wife, she writes children’s books. They’re educational and give the kids practical advice. Her bestseller is Pete The Pedophile, which teaches children to stay away from grown men who wish to have sex with them.More

Kisses

Kisses

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My body kissed the concrete. You threw punches and kicks. One of them wagged a finger in your face, and you bit it. “You’re such pussies. Is that really all you got?” you said, taunting them, while I just lay there.More

Two Stories

Two Stories

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The only way I can eat cake is with a bruise on my forehead and my ponytail in his hand.More

Sleepover

Sleepover

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But, like I said, I’m only flesh and blood, and seeing my dog at that moment was worth sacrificing the $120 to me, because I was worried she was worried, you see. And the sex wasn’t that bad. But I had to drink something first.More

Mango Shake for Two

Mango Shake for Two

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That summer I learned that monkeys are sneaky avengers, you tease them once, stick your tongue out, and later they’re already a roof away; ants live in dripping faucets and behind damp plaster; Also, that my father might have a drinking problem.More