Tag Archives: Randy Brooks

Adam and Eve Spawn

the red stone cathedral with stained glass surrounded by raw pine picket fence holds a withered priest armed with wine and candy sacrificing a fumbling lamb. with closed copper hands kneeling on a soiled rug in a window facing west—covered … Continue reading

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Birthday

I push the age-rotted door and smile silver pearls as  I enter my favorite  bar on a Tuesday  night with my  shadow—frat brother  slinking behind me—ready to  prey on porcelain girls  that only see  themselves  cracked  in  mirrors.  At  the … Continue reading

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Starving Disordered

I’m pregnant with holes. Each door that closes Opens a new one, the blackness grows. I pile on angus flesh, pork chops rice & sugar starched white shirts To hide my belly. I fill the red porcelain plate To hide … Continue reading

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