Lynn in Moscow, Idaho #112 (Violence)

Cattle in the pasture. Crops in the field. His sleeping body next to mine. My knife in his throat. Rivers of blood in the human body. I kneel on the banks of that river and drink like a dog until my unwholesome thirst is cured.

Leonidus in Colonus, Greece #111 (Sorrow)

Edge of the forest. Aged and sleeping on the ground. I've been everywhere and found nowhere suitable. Been in houses and never found a home. No rest, no mercy, no respite, no love.

Kell in Vaasa, Finland #110 (Hyperreality)

All of us at the dinner table. Mother serves coiling vines in old iron buckets and gallons of serpent blood. Older brother ravenously devours it and when he finishes it, he puts his right hand palms up on the table. He stares at me and stabs through his hand with a steak knife. Father laughs.

Dani in Harrisonburg, PA #109 (Violence)

I've been in 3 fights with her. The first one was in a field behind school and she got on top of me when I slipped and started punching me in the face until my boyfriend pulled her off of me. The second fight was in the bathroom and I got the upper hand after I got a hold of her hair and pulled her to her knees. I kneed her in the face and busted her nose open. Her friends grabbed me and stopped it. We fought in a railroad tunnel two days ago. She got me pinned against the wall and slammed my head against it. I scratched her face and when she loosened her grip on my hair I punched her and she fell backward over the railroad track. I was about to straddle her when her best friend grabbed my friend from behind and she and I got into it until we got seperated.

Tereza in Opava, Czech Republic #108 (Sexuality)

With my thumbs, I pry your genitals apart and stare into that miasma that the human animal emerges from. I tenderly kiss your bell that rings with pleasure and you arch your back and speak in tongues. I slide my tongue into your caverns of ecstasy; you taste like birth and race memories. I want my mouth to voyage the breadth of your shuddering, sinful body.

April in Oak Hill, OH #107 (Violence)

Four years ago today my dad disappeared. He went to Applebees for a drink, staggered out around last call and drifted off into the lonesome night. His truck was still in the parking lot in the morning. I've always thought Alan Keller killed him. Dad was known for his chasing skirt and everyone says he was with Alan's wife that night. Alan's a pretty nasty guy; probably cut dad's throat and buried him in Wayne National Forest. State Police don't have the time to head out there with a shovel and the dogs. Alan's got to know that.

Jay in Burns, Oregon #106 (Dreams)

Jay in Burns, Oregon #106 (Dreams)
I had a dream that I'd been trying to fuck this elderly black lady for several years. Finally she consented and we mechanically undressed. I gathered her close to me but I couldn't get my pecker hard. She put her hands on it, her mouth on it; nothing would do the trick. I woke up and I'd shit the bed. My wife wasn't too happy about that.