Author: gulfstreamlitmag

Wolves flank the  scattered  few  who can’t keep up  with  migration while the rest continue westward as if nothing had been taken from them.  Then  there  are  horses  refusing  to  save   themselves   from stable  fire.  By   the  river,  a  family  divvies  up  ashes.  At  home,  a family  forgets  where  it  put  them. […]

Up and at ‘em like the morning wood, septuagenarian pig fuck. Make cocksure you’ve fastened oxygen mask to crotch. Digital age air aims bazookas at bravado. Wouldn’t want your slimy bullfrogs rotting off. Feed me another McProverb, Top Dog, artisanal chicken nugget baked in gold glitter. I need reassurance my next blackout will fuck me […]

I needed a home so I came to the city near the Gulf, to the clean little apartment with the pullout bed— for the first days it rained hard and I felt uneasy, my brain triggered the neurological pathways most familiar: endings, grief, and sorrow. At night I strolled the beach, impressed that I could […]