I. There was a gully behind... So we called it, anyway, although... the house that I grew up in; actually, it might not have been. It was hidden by the trees at the back... Looking back, I never questioned what... of my backyard, past the leaves of poison ivy; the kids called it; I adopted… Continue reading The gully, or: Machete
A shadorma sexual curiosity... erotic fantasies anticipatorily accelerating Note For this particular shadorma, I set myself the arbitrary limitation of one word per line.
A 'Waltz wave' heav- ing nau- se- a, head spinning from the booze, he slumped a- gainst the stall, retching onto the toilet lid and his loafers, pulled himself up and slipped on vom- it