Tag Archives: James W. Wood

Toolbox

“You’ll need a hammer and a Stanley knife, these screws, five-eighths nails, this vice, some Allen keys, a wrench, a tube of wood glue.” Young and bored, obsessed with girls, the muse and drowning in verse, I looked on dumbly … Continue reading

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Hell, Re-Harrowed

It was pissing with rain in that pock-marked town, so I took a trip down to see the damned bankers fallen into bomb craters terrorists blasted, disingenuous carpet salesmen sucking meat sweet from souls in offices cavernous. Money-ravenous, kernel-brained yes-men … Continue reading

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