The Undead Are Banging On Our Doors by Chad Parenteau


It’s relaxing to shuffle on once sulfurous-sored feet my back no longer aching though stiff as this hard oak door. I’m in feed-mode. I see through cataracted lenses. I rend with bad teeth that baffle dentists and I scoff indigestion that once mocked my stomach in every bathroom. Through deaf ears they all scream like […]

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Ghost Moose by Howie Good


Ghost Moose Some people call them “ghost moose.” And no one is sure why. That can lead to exhaustion and death. “If the heart stops beating, it sends a text message to our phone that says, ‘I’m dead at x and y coordinates,’” said Dr. Butler. And moose contribute to the economy. In British Columbia […]

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Two Zombie Limericks by Chad Parenteau


There’s too much undead in the room. My boomstick no longer goes boom. My shirt now has a stain that just might be my brain. There’s one more undead in the room.   Hipster zombies are starting to grieve for their scene that they tout on red sleeves. Now the scenes’ also dead, but it’s […]

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Two Zombie Poems by Chad Parenteau


Roommate Of Zombie Tries To Say I, uh, just ate the plums half-rotting in the fridge which, uh you were probably never gonna eat I’m sorry– wait what are you d- AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!   A Red Chainsaw Hand So much depends upon A red chain saw hand Steadying boom stick aimed for the head groovy. […]

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Jagged Thoughts #1: The “3” Tattoo


The “3” Tattoo Jason Wright I have portraits in my memory I thought I could always hold on to. I guess it’s not a single person I am writing to, but if you have stayed in my life long enough I am thinking about you. But for some reason I have these memories, That go […]

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