Allison HafermanBoiled Pragmatics“Love is like a fart. If you have to force it, its probably shit.”May 1, 2016May 1, 2016
Allison HafermanPostliminiumHe articulated the thing beneath his thumb. A variegated canvas stretched soundless and thin. He roughed his beard in approval and began…Apr 22, 2016Apr 22, 2016
Allison HafermanAn Account of Co-mingling in a GardenIt sprouted from between two threads. I negotiated swiftly and made the proper arrangements to keep this as a sleeping thing. Maybe we both…Apr 22, 2016Apr 22, 2016
Allison HafermanMathematical RecollectionI was sitting beside her, neutral and still. She told me how it was when she went to his door to kiss him. How he received her; Publisher’s…Apr 18, 2016Apr 18, 2016
Allison HafermanComrades or CornflakesThe traveling collection of precisely chosen scarfjawshoes leaned toward me the way a drink set on the dash would just for a second, for…Apr 16, 2016Apr 16, 2016