poetry

Designs

by James P. McNamara When they built that overpass at the end, the one right before the junkyard clutter and screaming axles. They built it for the train tracks on its back, and the trains that pass over so that no truck or bus could travel below. They built the boulevard that breaks beyond sense, […]

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The Nightshift of the Lepus

by James Cactus We will have decided to bomb the Moon. Improvised explosive devices bearing a payload of [microfiche, culture shock, and plutonium] will be delivered as soon as is possible (within reason) to the Sea of Tranquility by rabbits. A document warden will take hold of their passports and cash card. Because they cannot […]

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