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Continue reading “The Iron Claw: Cry Like a Man”“Ever since I was a child, people said my family was cursed. Mom tried to protect us with God. Dad tried to protect us with wrestling. He said if we were the toughest, the strongest, nothing could ever hurt us. I believed him. We all did.”
Kevin Von Erich (in The Iron Claw)
This is a poem written by me, Grant Clover, a beat poet on rare occasion. Without further ado:
Continue reading “This Paper Stage — A Beat Poem”
I’m dying inside a little more each day. Nobody sees the years in me flaking and peeling off like dead skin from my body. But I’m crumbling. These days I even have to be careful of the wind or I might lose a decade.
The explanation was simple, her thoughts brought her outside. They were little nothings, bits of cotton, rolling into snowballs of increasingly hollow design — a faux psychology. Full of manys and nones. Lopsided smiles, last-minute errands.
Continue reading “a scene with birds — a short story”
O free me, free me, the swaying voices puddle to be splashed in the whipping gale. Their eyes wail into the night, lost and lonely, where their arms reach and return and reach and bloom. I listen and wonder what songs would rain if you were to wring the clouds, the sky dripping with music. O free us, free us, I listen.
Continue reading “Black Dress — A Short Story”As the headline suggests, this is my first hurrah on the internet. So, hello. We shall see how this goes with days to come. Hopefully, this is going to be something remarkable. Something that people will marvel at for generations to come. Something that will be taught in schools as an example of outrageous entrepreneurship and out-of-this-world wit and philosophic originality. Something that will define twenty-first-century society. Or maybe I will get two subscribers and lose my voice in the abyss of online hubbub.
Continue reading “Hello, it’s me world”