This Is No Freakshow By Shawn Misener This is awful, but not awful enough. A messy wound you could fit a canyon into leaking clear
trompe l’oeil By Shawn Misener Dropped into France with a cosmic vacuous THUD, slowly reaching to awareness to find an old friend married to an
Poems in Dedication to the Whooshay #1 By Shawn Misener Electric veins running through plastic cows involved in shampoo experiments. Fur trophies line the cedar
Dream Fruit By Shawn Misener The australopithecine peeled dried lizards from the rocks as the man in the pinstriped suit and leather case marched past.
Three ochre and maroon clad monks walk into a bar. By Shawn Misener Whaddya havin? asks the stylish existential mid-twenties female bartender. The first monk
The Halverson Encounter By Shawn Misener I give the man Richie his change, and he glances at me, eyes wet like a puppy, wanting to
Bert Defeated and Worn by shawn misener You might not know this: Sesame Street is real. Bert is a barista at an overpriced coffeehouse I