Author Archives: Ben Drevlow

Puddle of Mudd

Puddle of Mudd

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The first time I ever saw boobs was on the streets of Galveston during Mardi Gras. Puddle of Mudd was playing on the Strand and my parents thought twelve was old enough to brave that chaos to see them.more

What She Really Wants to Say About Kill Devil Hills

What She Really Wants to Say About Kill Devil Hills

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Five miles of Saharan-scale dunes along the Carolina seashore. So hot and vast, signs warned at the tourist parking: you have no way of expecting just how daunting and dangerous this walk will be. more

more secret wars

more secret wars

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I thought maybe they were canceling operations. Or maybe terminating my contract. For good this time. Real good. Maybe they wanted to do it in public, make a big show of it. I’d rather they handle these matters in private, in some musty old brick warehouse somewhere, in some back alley, on a secret plane to nowheresville, maybe tossing my body out over a swamp. There is a dignity to that, a flair to it.more

Sum

Sum

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“How about you tell me your phone number and I will add up and multiply all the digits for you in less than two seconds.” Her forehead gave way to a frown. “Woah, bit early to be giving out phone numbers isn’t it, Dave?”more

Muscae Volitantes

Muscae Volitantes

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You had tried, you really had. Yoga, meditation, bird walks, volunteering, stand-up comedy, stand-up comedy! Dating, abstinence, forgiveness, self-love (too much?), anti-gun rallies, pro-gun rallies, rainbow flag rallies, deep bows to all Four Directions for all you weren’t. more

A Mouthful of Cherry Pie

A Mouthful of Cherry Pie

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When they arrived, it was more like a scene from Halloween as opposed to Christmas. The broken reindeer looked forlorn on the lawn, almost as melancholy as the faerie lights, half dangling from the gutter. However, the abject look on Dan’s face as he opened the door quickly turned to relief. The whispers of, “It’s bad, really bad.” more

Erection taser ©

Erection taser ©

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“It’s not just Margaret who wanted me to get an erection taser,” I tell him, “I wanted me to get one.”more

Clint

Clint

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Clint preferred showing over telling, the width of his shoulders, the location of his feet. He invited the clients to watch him, to learn from his form, his steady, even reps, balanced sets that worked each muscle group. Clint was a specimen of physical human potential. We all had something to learn.more

a reply in five sonnets, which are not sonnets, or even poems, & whatever this is—a rant? a screed? a manifesto against you leaving me & entering an MFA program?—it is not easily divisible into five sections

a reply in five sonnets, which are not sonnets, or even poems, & whatever this is—a rant? a screed? a manifesto against you leaving me & entering an MFA program?—it is not easily divisible into five sections

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I love you like the first sip of White Claw / the last toke on a spliff / but without you I’m an unloved TikTok dance / a husked soul with spaghetti arms / open & ready for you / so take me back / the viraless meme that I am.more

Four Strings

Four Strings

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Daddy said I need to defend the house now that I’m the man and if I put a sock over this bat, the bad guys grab the sock but not the bat. See? Then I can bash em.more