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- Psychic Readings
“Rumours bred like mosquitos in stagnant water. Some said the new Greene was a ghost—that they had died in those woods and decided to haunt the town as revenge. Some said they were possessed by spirits or demons who used their child body to enact their devilish plans.”
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Diego
“on a street corner, in eugene, selling books on enlightenment, but this is enlightenment—your awareness of all that is until it dissipates”
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Olympic Peninsula, WA 3
John K. Plaski (he/him/his) is a queer, neurodivergent writer based in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He teaches high school English, Theatre, and Film Studies. His film photography has been shown in markets across the Milwaukee/Chicago area and featured in publications by Foto Mercado and Novelty Pot (IG: jkpphoto1196).
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Telephone Call at 3 AM
“A telegram from beyond the grave / a tele-phone call at 3AM / Morse code pinging out from the vast network of the world’s worn out plumbing”
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Elevate
“It was an expanse, their absorption into this shoreline mind. The network enclosed through and around them, each spiderweb thin tentacle seeped into them. All they knew was that this form was a good shape.”
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Mud on Mud
“Let me tell you, my midsoles are soaked. I’ve discovered how a ‘you’ can equal a total absence. “Achoo” goes the local strongman and everybody’s back breaks.”
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Olympic Peninsula, WA 26
John K. Plaski (he/him/his) is a queer, neurodivergent writer based in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He teaches high school English, Theatre, and Film Studies. His film photography has been shown in markets across the Milwaukee/Chicago area and featured in publications by Foto Mercado and Novelty Pot (IG: jkpphoto1196).
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After watching The Bear I become a Korean woman chef
“Someone asks me where we source our meat. They come in fully clothed wearing shades. The guts of a deer are not problematic. Food isn’t about being classy, it’s about whether you can make someone feel the dead inside.”
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Everything Except the Exit
“i believe in my country’s gore & what it has written out of mercy, but nothing made out of mercy rehearses the language of filth.”
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A Lucid Dream
“Will the bonds holding my particlestogether dis-en-gage let my flesh and hair and fluid leak onto this crumbling clifftop and will I be one with the earth?”