Pick a commonly used word and cough up copious amounts of phlegm every
time it is uttered.
Anything written about poetry is purely speculative since nobody ever reads it.
All this bio-yogurt virtue and financial self-righteousness are just filling the gap in
Each day in the mirror I watch death at work.
Police said the meat came from a Walmart store.
Most scientists now believe that they never will.
Introitus was virginal.
Uncertainty excites me.
But you have a nice carb face.
John Lowther’s work appears in the anthologies The Lattice Inside, and Another South and is forthcoming in Held to the Letter (with Dana Lisa Young).
Photograph courtesy of: PublicDomainPictures.net.