Popcorn Tigers
Popcorn Tigers by Shawn Misener There are so many couches. They stretch to the horizon, and for a moment I feel trapped in an Art
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The Sad Sad Cows
The Sad Sad Cows by Shawn Misener I’ve decided that the perfect post-apocalyptic food is cereal slathered in creamy, slow-motion milk, rice and sugars and
Witness (The Creeping Anxiety of Babies and Dogs)
Witness (The Creeping Anxiety of Babies and Dogs) by Shawn Misener I stand before you today as a witness to both my dreams and yours
Her Head Sounserals Away
Her Head Sounserals Away by Shawn Misener He screws on his hat until it clicks into place. His child’s head is loose and keeps sliding
Catch-539
Catch-539 by Shawn Misener He liked to imagine that his skin was made of glass and never to be touched. He left his subterranean apartment
The Dough Boy
The Dough Boy by Shawn Misener The Dough Boy scrambled across the table giggling and squealing and knocking over wine glasses I was the giant
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33 by Shawn Misener Instead of careening into a mid-life crisis I found myself thinned out and spiraling through a neon pharmacy sign. You all
Wildebeest (Panic Attack)
Wildebeest (Panic Attack) by shawn misener In this rain slanted sideways all people wash out the same wet shadows losing focus takes more effort than
Charles Bronson
Charles Bronson by shawn misener Blue mushroom smoke echoes from Charles Bronson’s head steadily pumping the doobie he leans over the mezzanine rail I approach
Gunter Grass
gunter grass by shawn misener Behind the soap company rested a toad named Gunter Grass he was a goddamned giant animal the size of an