Ookii Atama, the resident Poet. Orphan, ex-heroin addict, broken man, risen from the grave, fighting all zombies and revealing shadowy lies with broken flashlight and a shearing intelligence. Our unwilling advisor and trouble maker with a mouth too big for his head. In a declining society of sterile technology and lost wisdom, someone has to be stupid enough to stand up and get shot down. Ookii Atama is our man. Christ delusion, self destructive, three nails and a night to waste. Forgive him for what he thinks and does. When you bleed too much it loosens your jaw. Read, decipher, explain it to us.

  • Meals that kill

    She sneers into your food, it boils over with hate. It’s a hard morsel to swallow, when its demanded to...

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  • It Doesn’t Wash Off.

    It was coming from the inside. The poison had slid out onto the pores of my flesh. No matter how...

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  • Radio Dreams

    My father died this year. My face is heavy. Hooked from my neck. My eyes slits, my forehead sees,...

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  • The Road

    Tiny feet in bruised boots of black and white. The gravel grinds beneath the thin soles. Brown bark trees outside the...

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  • Are You?

    How the weight that bends you. Hangs you from inside. Wreaks your sight with oil slicks, twisted metal, color...

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  • Danny

    “Keep this door open, so’s I can gets out” Danny’s toothy grin. The back alley of the record store....

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  • Black Out Drunk

    Gnawing words out, her surly mouth is ranting events I never experienced. Yet I’m the prop for all those...

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  • Ground

    The canvas is the quiet. The ground firm, it soothes my eyes. Don’t get up. Don’t run sentences about...

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  • The Ad

    Green snake, slashing tongue. The slither. My greatest fear. Morning dew, crossing the farm. Short grass edges the small...

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  • Bowl

    A lamenting bowling alley in a neglected laundry mat. “Ain’t nothing more powerful than a black boy.” His skinny...

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  • Quaint Holes

    QUAINT HOLES It was something of a quaint moment, until his eyeballs slid sideways neath its lid towards me. Then...

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