AntiMuse -- Alternative fiction, poetry and general blasphemy

What Instrument Are You Here to Pick Up Again?
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White Trash Devil

"Beating the elderly was a habit of mine I took no pride in. Gray hair made me see red. It’s why I never visited my grandmother in the nursing home. I couldn’t make it through the Greta Garbo wing of the Shady Acres rest home without getting into a slap fight with some World War II vet who didn’t appreciate the length of my hair and my ability to use my legs."

Fictions & Fabrications

The Door Maker
by Mark Schmunk
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Poetry & Verse

Poetry from Gerald So

(1) Gotta Wonder

(2) On Seeing an Old Classmate

American Life in Poetry: 61
by Ted Kooser
"Everywhere I travel I meet people who want to write poetry but worry that what they write won't be 'any good.' No one can judge the worth of a poem before it's been written, and setting high standards for yourself can keep you from writing. And if you don't write you'll miss out on the pleasure of making something from words, of seeing your thoughts on a page. Here Leslie Monsour offers a concise snapshot of a self-censoring poet."

Miscellany

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