Author Archives: BULL Author

Small Victories

Small Victories

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The Santa Claus suit drooped from Clive’s bony arms. It fit him like adult clothing does a twelve-year-old. He pulled a needle from his arm and placed it with the others.more

All Skin and Bones

All Skin and Bones

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An evanescence of the man intrigues me, all the more so because I know of no ending for him yet. He waits there still, a facticity, tottering. Real he is, a thing to see, talk to. Yet erased, a world transpired, unremembering, it being left well enough alone, traceless, himself traceless, yet recurs, to be dredged, the penetrable strata, pluckable. To be plucked or not amid the figments, dying, about to die, a synchronicity, any minute for sure, yet, here, he stands, unnamed as he has stood.more

The Roast

The Roast

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I think of my grandmother, who had, by 1987, cooked nightly for my grandfather, for forty years. Was he ever this gentle with his criticism? Did he ever account for the myriad of ways that a roast can burn?more

The Last One

The Last One

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Between them silence had always replaced words, a silence punctuated now by the slowing beat of Dial’s heart and the passage of seconds into fewer seconds until the length of something cold ran through him. He allowed himself to sink into a vast, empty space.more

Taking the Auspices

Taking the Auspices

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That night, I dreamt about the cowbird again. It perched on the tip of my nose and laid its eggs in my mouth as I lay paralyzed across a long, flat rock. “You’ll get it someday,” my grandmother said, trying to quell my tears. “You’ll learn.”more

Trauma Bonds

Trauma Bonds

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My family had been killed; yours had lived. But there was pressure in that, that grateful weight.more

Gut Hook

Gut Hook

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I’ve got a white-knuckle grip on a gut hook knife that needs to be sharpened, clumsily hacking off the asshole of a six-point stag, when it starts to occur to me that this whole thing reminds me of you.more

THREE FLASH NONFICTION

THREE FLASH NONFICTION

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David’s no hero for beating some guy named John; square him off against Goliath, though, and heart makes history.more

No One Will Miss the Alphas

No One Will Miss the Alphas

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The time of the Vests is ending. Their frenzied shouting—sometimes on clothes, sometimes in their own cold corners of the shrinking online universe—represents little beyond the fit thrown by the once powerful losing power.more

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Did you hear Alex is into Black men now? He lost his job? He’s joined up with some TERFs in the UK & is pitching articles to The Guardian. Who was ever even friends with Alex? He’s so insecure. So Indiana.more