Gold Streets and Cockroaches by Kenneth Pobo

Yesterday, after I finished memorizing the fourth chapter of Leviticus and had repeated it to my superior Mr. Worman, I started wondering about Worman’s position in heaven.  I don't want to be smiled at (benevolently) for eternity, don't want to be smiled at now, but in the Colony we are happy.  We are happy. Growing [...]

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River Bridge by Kenneth Pobo

I fell for Greg, Tom, Curt, Deshawn, Allen, well, I had many before I turned twenty-five. Love was scissors and I was paper. It kept cutting into me. I wanted it to. Pain made me feel alive, not happy, but alive. Yet I grew leery. I made poor choices. Allen, the worst. I took a [...]