Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Fascism is a Bluefin Tuna I never learned to march. That must set me back at least three years in military time. Fascism is a Bluefin tuna. The commies have the red herring all wrapped up so that you’d think Continue reading Fascism is a Bluefin Tuna by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Sleepover My parents threw a big party when I was six. They both seemed very excited. For the weeks leading up to the party my parents stocked up on everything they would need: food liquor bells and whistles… There was Continue reading Sleepover by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
A Great Couple I like to give hand jobs, she smiled reaching down into my pants. What a coincidence, I said, I like receiving hand jobs. Well I guess we make a great couple then. I agreed. Then we Continue reading Great Couple by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Like a Bulldozer in a Broom Closet with the Heart of a Cement Mixer I’ve always felt misanthropic and uncomfortable around people, especially large groups of people… you ever seen Triumph of the Will? Sure…pasty white six packs, lots of Continue reading Like a Bulldozer in a Broom Closet with the Heart of a Cement Mixer by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
She Coughs When She Flushes, like I Don’t Know the Difference She comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped tight around her head and asks me what I am reading and I tell her: The Human Condition is Continue reading She Coughs When She Flushes, like I Don’t Know the Difference by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Crapper We meet in the hallway. He coughs a thick cloud of smoke in my face: hey, where’s the crapper? Turn around, I say, you can’t miss it. He actually turns around into the wall. Hey – I am already Continue reading Crapper by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Student Government Our high school decided it would be a good way for us to learn about democracy if we held an all-day event at a nearby park to elect a new student government. There were six candidates standing for Continue reading Student Government by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Best Man in a Leading Role I walk by the movie theatre now. Video evidence no longer interests me. Especially at those prices. Popcorn caught between the teeth and aching. The last time I went, a group of drunk girls Continue reading Best Man in a Leading Role by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Wrestling is Fake Unless You Are the Wrestled You grew up on all the same bullshit I did. At least some of it: King Kong Bundy, Big John Studd, Randy Macho Man Savage…Hulk Hogan ripping yellow shirts to I’m a Continue reading Wrestling is Fake Unless You Are the Wrestled by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Death of a Saleswoman Of course Arthur Miller couldn’t stay with Marilyn. He told her she was the saddest woman he had ever met. Then he wrote it into the script of The Misfits as though she hadn’t heard him Continue reading Death of a Saleswoman by Ryan Quinn Flanagan