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The Migrant Type · 2d ago

Mediocre, This Uncivil War

The restless dead still wander the sites of old battles. Ironic to this misfit how much th...
The Migrant Type · 1W ago

When Gulls Scream

When my girl left me and went back east, I drove many hundreds of miles of my own. South. ...
The Migrant Type · 2W ago

Solitude and the Devil's Armpit

What reared in palsied segments from a blasted hollow was the ruinous progeny of some hein...
The Migrant Type · 4W ago

Chesterman

When you ran alongside me, barefoot, following the beach pier below, I thought you meant t...
The Migrant Type · 1M ago

Hostile

We're a long way past those plastic wood panels. That studded belt. The brackish shallows....
The Migrant Type · 1M ago

Boundary Bay

© Monica LunnThey came to our virgin thresholds and asked for our longest songs. Some grim...
The Migrant Type · 1M ago

Adanac

Here. This place. One hundred and fifty. One fifty. Buck and a half. A birthday. Entire na...
The Migrant Type · 1M ago

Wheels Within Girls

Marvin called me a femme fatale and I asked him how I could remind him of a dairy product. He murmured something about film noir, but I knew I was in the ascendancy, so I didn't let go.  "So...
The Migrant Type · 2M ago

Kettering

"Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night...
The Migrant Type · 2M ago

A Different World

Are they fields or backdrops? Cornstalks, watercolor hills, the raw faraway throats of the...