Michele McDannold

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Name: Michele McDannold
Date registered: June 15, 2010

Latest posts

Underground report: denver. — July 7, 2013
Underground Pre-Report: Cleveland, Ohio. — July 7, 2013
Underground report: Carlinville, Illinois. — July 7, 2013
Underground Report: Jacksonville, Illinois. — July 7, 2013
E.E. Cummings — July 7, 2013

Author's posts listings

Oct 15

This couch

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #3, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Mike Boyle Worn in like a glove several braces broken & propped up with pillows stuffing spilling out of broken creases let’s call it 20 yr couch although it’s been 19 never put legs on the thing, and who knows where they went guess it was ’92 in another apartment with thin walls it …

Oct 15

perpendicular to the axis of change

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #3, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Carl Miller Daniels “squamous epithelial cells are great fun–why, just imagine what fun one can have with squamous epithelial cells!” said the first tall skinny college freshman to his tall skinny college freshman roommate. they were both biology majors, and they were both learning stuff, in their dorm room, late at night, before a …

Oct 15

joe, would you like to say the blessing tonight?

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #3, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Carl Miller Daniels the sensation of euphoria spoke to the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy like the lover he wished he had. the lover would be male, a year or two older than him, with a great body, a fantastic smile, and a huge thick dick. ah, how the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy …

Oct 15

On the Burning Shore

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #3, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Kevin Ridgeway the pastor prays for our souls as we set up camp near the lifeguard station, the ocean bathed in glitter from the rays of the sun three of us will be baptized in the ocean today; I steal away in my bare feet scorched against sand and pavement to a liquor store …

Oct 15

Slightly Perturbed & Seriously Thirsty

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #3, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Catfish McDaris I corn holed your mama, screwed your dog & cat, made your girlfriend suck me, then washed my dick in your aquarium, killing all your fish Sounds serious, I said, yawning Hey motherfucker, I’m not bullshitting, then I drank all your beer You what? I cocked my 9 MM & jammed it …

Oct 15

christmas tip

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #3, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by John Grochalski he shook my hand and handed me an envelope with a card and some cash stuffed inside while i tried not to think about how many times a week i’d jacked-off to his hot wife all of that sperm splattered on my bedroom floor and into paper towels as i took her …

Oct 15

Falling In Love

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #3, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by James Babbs she’s everything I ever wanted if the things I read about her scrawled on the walls of the bathroom stall are true

Oct 15

Saturday Night Dance

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Flash, Issue #3

by Michele McDannold

by Wanda Morrow Clevenger Getting wasted wasn’t the primary goal. Neither was dancing. Both backdrop, secondary bit-players in the small-town extravaganza. Our Town for the ’70s. Leaving with a guy, being seen leaving with him, the band’s muffled last hoorah cut off as the car door thuds shut, warm vinyl against bare ass was the …

Oct 15

Working with the Working Girls

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #3, Short Story

by Michele McDannold

by Nick Gerrard I have nothing against prostitutes. In fact I like them a lot. I don’t like prostitution, or guys that use them. And I really hate pimps. The lowest of the lowest. On the other hand though; when I lived in Balsall Heath, it was kind of the norm. Not for me, but …

Oct 15

Meth Pipe

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Flash, Issue #3

by Michele McDannold

by Josh Olsen While walking my dog, Kelso – a merle, Australian Shepherd/Collie mix – I came upon what I believed to be a meth pipe. It was left in plain view, on the sidewalk, in front of one of the many foreclosures in our neighborhood, and when I breathlessly relayed this information to KT, …