Citizens For Decent Literature Issue #5: AMERICA! (and everywhere else) Contributors Eleanor Leonne Bennett, Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, Rich Boucher, Tom Bradley, Alan Catlin, Jack Cooper, Cassandra Dallett, Carl Miller Daniels, William Doreski, Lisa Douglass, Andrew Finch, Brian W. Fugett, Michael Grover, Dustin Holland, Fran Lock, Richard King Perkins II, Rebecca Schumejda, Ben John Smith, Bud …
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Feb 01
Down and Out and Sideways
Whoever stole my shoes will walk a hundred miles in pain before regretting this perverted crime. He or she also stole the vodka I poured in the bartender’s absence. The fire of downing it will scar the throat and bend the uvula like a tuning fork. The speech of this thief will betray. The world …
Sep 30
New Print from Citizens For Decent Literature
CFDL Print Zine #4 – someone stole my sharpie Contributors: J. Claudius Cloyd, Matthew Pasquarello, Kelsey Hoover, Alan Britt, Wanda Morrow Clevenger, Luis Berriozabal, William Doreski, Judy Brekke, Michael Grover, and Catfish McDaris. if you would like a copy, send your mailing address to admin(at)theliteraryunderground[dot]org CFDL Print Zine #3 as well as #s 2 and …
Sep 18
New Issue at Citizens For Decent Literature
Citizens For Decent Literature’s second issue is now live online. http://nowplaying.citizensfordecentliterature.com/ Julia Coleman, Frankie Metro, Bud Smith, Frank Walsh, Anneliese Mackintosh, Karley De la Filth, Josh Olsen, Matthew Pasquarello, Carl Miller Daniels, Jason Hardung, Luis Rivas, William Doreski, Brad Hamlin & Mort Todd, Gene Fehler, Dan Provost, J. Claudius Cloyd, Michael Grover, Mark Wisniewski, Corey …
Sep 15
Afterward
by William Doreski Having lain awake all night in the shrubbery in front of the bank, I’m rigid as a stop sign, my bones at odds with each other and my breakfast-passion ripe and quaint as the sexual prowess our culture used to glorify with sloppy kisses and sultry looks. Now that we’re homeless by …
Sep 15
A Fish-Pond
by William Doreksi A fish-pond by a stumbledown barn. A chubby old man and I sit on the rim and skip stones. Mine skip a dozen skips, his one or two. “I admire your style,” he remarks, “the flip of the wrist, the single knot of muscle pulsing down the forearm.” The summer evening throbs …
Feb 27
God Bless America
Memorial Day. Hancock’s motley wobbles down Main Street, a small-town awkward parade Norman Rockwell would have admired. Veterans bulge from their uniforms. Boy Scouts lack matching pants and shirts. Girl Scouts giggle and break ranks to greet their friends in the crowd. We watch from the café and wonder how the war dead will respond …
Feb 09
Descended from Bears
This Quonset hut in the woods lacks plumbing, lacks a view, and reeks of crystal meth. Living here means rushing into the forest until I rent a Port-a-Potty, but I don’t think the DEA will find me in any hurry. You claim that in Bulgaria in tall concrete Communist housing you lived a cleaner, sleeker …