Author Archives: BULL Author

Child of the Fox King

Child of the Fox King

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A due date is like the first day of school. Waiting for it so long. Stuck dull on the end of summer, looming.more

Gloria Patri (An Excerpt)

Gloria Patri (An Excerpt)

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As they spoke, Solomon made a reference to a year he’d spent in prison, as though this were common knowledge.more

Disciples of Suede

Disciples of Suede

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In a dream I conjured Cindy Pickens in a field of fire and lilies. She wore her apron and a frilly blouse before her clothes popped off like bubbles. Naked, she was Shannon Tweed, Queen of Cinemax. Her skin frothed and spat with heat. I woke up seething, convulsing. I gasped at the darkness above my bed while her burning image floated close.more

Vape

Vape

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The sun responds, transiting notches away, farther this time. Rozie vapes a few more puffs and sits up. She wraps herself waist down with a slit saffron sarong. Her top part mostly bare, can barely keep up with the tremors.
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Long Ago

Long Ago

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Greta March brought Evan up for one last tryst. Years had passed since they’d seen one another. Now everything was different. It wasn’t quite the end yet, but she was beginning to betray a deeper degree of illness—a general thinning of figure, feature, and voice. She wanted to see the lake house alone this last time.more

Derailed

Derailed

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At 5:06, the tracks start singing. HG’s beer can rattles the metal arm of his chair and stops. Rattles. Stops. The tracks hum, then skip, hum skip hum skip humskip humskip humskip humskip. The sound is wrong, plain wrong…more

Gender Soldier

Gender Soldier

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There was a time that you can now no longer remember, when someone scraped you off their shoe and taught you how to be human. How to have arms and legs, how to have a face and a body, how to wear clothes and cut your hair and see things and be seen. There was an adjustment period, but after that it was a gloriously certain time, when meaning could be plucked fully-formed from thin air like ripe fruit. You loved that.more

Fighting my enemies in the Applebee’s Parking Lot

Fighting my enemies in the Applebee’s Parking Lot

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My therapist tells me I need to start making amends. Instead, I post to Facebook. Anyone who has been wronged or offended by my past actions is welcome to fight me tomorrow at the Applebee’s on Route 30. I provide the details. Starting at noon, I will be in the Applebee’s parking lot all day,more

My Beautiful Father

My Beautiful Father

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A coming-out is kind of like a reverse surprise party: the invitation is an ambush, and once you receive it, you’re at the party. more

Acoustics of Loss

Acoustics of Loss

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No whisper goes unheard. Not the apologetic late arrival nor the chattering of children. We fidget in creaks. We remove and replace hymnals in scrapes and thunks. We stumble down pews with muttered condolences.more