The Hunt, Ten Ways
I never meant to dream up this world in all its violence/or if I did, I'm sorry.
Sarah B. Puschmann
Freelance journalist. Based in Freiburg im Breisgau, Germany.
Nostalgia With Ice Cream and Stillbirth
I never paid much attention in science/that's a good thing about the present/I guess, no teacher to spank you.
Everything I Have is Mine to Lose
I lost my moral compass/so I whistled for it. It came back.
How To Make Stuff
Don't fall for the threat of permanence. Focus instead/on getting a pig to blow the whistle.
Mrs. Carburetor
She is ageless/like Cleopatra had Cleopatra been wrung through/a paper shredder and come out crinkle cut.
Dear Maraschino Cherry
My mother would not/eat you with a ten foot pole.
A Golden Past as Seen Through the Hole of a Donut
The trick/to smelling OK after is to go in naked/and avoid the custard.
Tuvan Lullaby
Besides rest, Roy just wants/to walk a bridge that doesn’t turn to dragon.
If You Spoke of Paradise
You were the turkey,/the one with stick-on earrings/and ethnically inappropriate corn rows.
