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Epistle from inside the Sharknado

You might call it God; might witness the weather’s disjointed volition, and figure it biblical payback for all your long decades of self-defeating industry: the gases in the atmosphere, the poison in the water. And you might stand on your lawn in your shorts, running a scream up a flagpole; sniffing catastrophe’s rank surfeit on […]

Gentleman Caller

The Cavan night aspires to knives; a dog with a prominent spine is moving among the empties like a broken plough. I am alone, and the wet, electric air is humming. My boys is gone to town, to pander the black keys of a rival smile; to knead their queasy music from the local faces. This […]

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