the leaves won’t stop their insidious reminders that I can’t look earphones in the eye & other poems
what ! a shame
it isn’t the season
for gossamer
the corner’s slope
was steeper than I’d guessed
and, braking, I was not sorry
almost to roundhouse kick a cyclist
New poetry by Andrew Wells.
The Oddity
“Get the fuck off my property or I will ream out your asses with my God damn Remington 12 gauge! And I am not kidding — it has a full fucking choke on it!” I don’t know why he added the part about the choke. All that was going to do is narrow the spray pattern and make it less likely he would hit us.
Chapter 3 of EJ Spode‘s novel The Oddity.