Hunter Boone has worked as an attorney and private investigator, and lives and works in Kalamazoo, MI. He now concentrates his work primarily on poetry and fiction. His work has appeared in Ink Pantry, The Opiate Magazine, Rougarou, Projected Letters, … Continue reading
Notice the Pope’s white skin beneath the red velvet robe. Contemplate the thin papery silhouette of Italian hands touching himself – sometimes lovingly smoothing finger tips of the right hand over his perfect belly. God has called him while he … Continue reading
You started it by wearing the slinky tigress outfit the one that snaked over your hips to lay bare your tawny body beneath liquid cellophane. I have no idea why I did not have enough sense to leave you where … Continue reading
She had the emotional presence of a toothpick, the personality of a comatose eel… A woman I desired read Antigone which she encouraged me to do, so I did. When I came upon ‘Teiresias’ I said, “I can’t spell that,” … Continue reading
In the belly of sentient beings are black holes and worms, Postures; worthy and unworthy gestures, raisons d’etre, longings, tentacles of regrets, fuselages of desire below puffed-up bloated hearts poked-through with sticks and twigs; red and blue blood wrapped in … Continue reading
Today at breakfast Sister Mary has pulled out from her cupboard A blue box filled with crispy crosses – edible rice bran the colour of amethyst Trix. She pours the milk over her wholesome “t’s” and watches them float miniature … Continue reading