Door-snake Door-snake got rolled. Dumped on the fringes of a shabby precinct, night. Door-snake was outsize, dirty puce. I mean, fat. Man-size. Spent the evening carousing in a low-life joint. Fleshy, hairless and invertebrate too. No wonder door-snake got…
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Call me Hairy Past back-page contest entrants showcase their talent. Wince-making dedication To my late wife without whose unfailing stimulus and example this novel of infidelity and retribution could never have been written. Christine Johnston Haiku…
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