It is so cold in the crumbling post-industrial wasteland of Endicott, NY that the only way I can leave the Skull Cave is with 97% of my skin covered! But, I kind of like this look. I feel like a superhero or villain! Brings to mind memories of “The Shadow” Perhaps it is time for a new chapter? “Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?”
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The Only Crime Is Getting Caught
Brooklyn-based print lit zine, 2x year
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Short fiction, non-fiction and poetry
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Work by Michael Bukowski
Horror Author by Day, ER Doctor by Night
Poetry, Stories, and Other Musings With Spilt Ink
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Damaged Skull Writer 
But WHY leave the cave. Brrrrrrr!!!!!!
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I have to take my dog out to do the “Hurry up and pee, damn it! We’re going to die out here!” dance.
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