The Death of Fiction: A Letter to my Good Man, Hank

What’s good about the morning Hank? You tired old henchman, my good man, I only ask because, god forbid, some libertine zealot happens upon this starched note and perceives me to be less than a proper animal. It’s been maybe three weeks since we last came to blows, I hope your last eye fell out … Continue reading The Death of Fiction: A Letter to my Good Man, Hank

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Death to the Editor-In-Chief

With proper handling, My soul will awake in the dark of a brown envelope. On its chest, I have sweet-talked a mighty god into cutting a deal, I have begged the kindness of greats, Of Mohammed & Buddha & Krishna, Some special gamble. One piece of work, I say, That will seduce nuns, And blonde … Continue reading Death to the Editor-In-Chief