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

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Sep 15

Kids These Days

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Essay, Issue #2

by Michele McDannold

by Jason Hardung Last night I was killing time and brain cells simultaneously, burning through random videos on You Tube when I came across a stand-up comedy bit by miserabilist and self-proclaimed alcoholic, Doug Stanhope. Between beers and cigarettes he talked about how things today are so safe and how our generation, Generation X, will …

Sep 15

greasy tip

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #2, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Carl Miller Daniels the clatter of tiny reindeer hooves awoke the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy. it was christmas eve, and, despite the promise of new clothes and telecommunications gadgetry, all the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy was really thinking about was his own big hard throbbing dick, and, um, er, well, this did …

Sep 15

who ya like better? gauguin? or caravaggio?

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #2, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Carl Miller Daniels when sitting in warm yogurt, virginia, and gravitating toward the moon, the two sexy naked big-dicked boys looked around their college dorm room, and were delighted with the collection of stuff that they had crammed into their snug little room: balls of newspaper, and wads of string, old brightly painted tennis …

Sep 15

frequency of intercourse

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #2, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Carl Miller Daniels i am the barbarian battering at the gate. my teeth are sharp, and covered with gargle. my fingernails are ready to tear civilization into tattered shreds, and fill in the gaps with pauses. i will demolish existing power structures. i will smash approval ratings. i will tie up sexy squirming young …

Sep 15

The Smell.

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #2, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Matthew Pasquarello This is not the worst But certainly not the best The woman smells Of everything that is not a woman Of sweat and whiskey Of gun smoke and gunpowder Of volcanoes and peer pressure Of fire and brimstone Of intelligence and idiocy Of cigarettes and candy canes Of adolescence and adulthood, Senior …

Sep 15

Unshaved

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Flash, Issue #2

by Michele McDannold

by Josh Olsen The hangover was almost more than I could stand. I hadn’t vomited yet, but my body was wrenched with pain and I constantly felt like I was on the brink of shitting in my pants and, to top it all off, a woman was standing less than ten feet in front of …

Sep 15

Bermuda Locket

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #2, Short Story

by Michele McDannold

by Karley De la Filth Caught breathless. There was no other way to describe the situation. He had seen the warning signs: that glaze, that glitch in her eyes, that crazy glimmer. It’s not that he had ignored the foreshadowing, it’s that he saw these things bursting out of her petite frame and they had …

Sep 15

These Little Rituals

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #2, Short Story

by Michele McDannold

by Anneliese Mackintosh We’re not so different, you and I. We like to think we are, but we’re not. You with your Y chromosome, your love of music, of God. And me with my books and my atheism and my cunt. I’m the one that buys the erotica. The ancient pictures of men upon men, …

Sep 15

The Last Man On Earth

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #2, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Frank Walsh Looks like I am the last man on Earth as if an atom bomb dropped not here but over New York maybe I’m the only one left until of course wandering the vacant streets and littered plazas for some can goods I discover, as the apocalyptic yarn went, the last woman scantily …

Sep 15

Love In the Warzones of the Wild

Categories:

archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #2, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Bud Smith when all else fails I will be good no more flip flopping, dragging along, eating dust, dying slowly—pretending to like it unvoided checks, power pills invincible bubblegum, pink frosting fake coins, dotted lines, ripped maps, traffic signs—hope you slept well no, I don’t sleep at all ignored a long time at everydoor …