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Cody Shrum

Short Fiction, Poetry, Scholarship

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Here are links to some of my most recent publications: short fiction and poetry

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Snowy Day

The Batman of Perry County

Identity Theory, October 6, 2022

It started off as a joke. Some guy in town started showing up to crime scenes dressed in a Batman costume. The cape was made from a black cloth, and where the neck and shoulders met, his skin showed. The boots might have been Wolverines from Wal-Mart...

Following Broken Trails

Livina Press, Issue 1, p. 81

December wind rose through the shadow-strewn street of East Pine. Jon and his younger brother, Max, watched snow flurries float to the ground like glistening butterflies through their front window. Their mother was already fast asleep on the couch, shifting light from the television screen dancing across her face...

Wayward Women

Prime Number Magazine, Issue 181

Outside, spring was coming on, though all that freshness was still layered in cold. Laura’s car, parked in the circle drive, was dusted with the remnants of winter slush she’d come through during the seven hour drive from Denver. Inside the house, Laura watched her mother sleep, the bedroom window blinds cracked. Laura was tempted to call this place “home,” but it wasn’t.

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Night Sky
Aerial View of Freeway

Elvis Presley Performs Miracles

The Sunlight Press, Oct. 15, 2020

We’re out searching for our lost dog when it really starts pouring. It’s a monsoon and we can’t see shit, our clothes soaked and no umbrellas because you don’t check the weather when you’re holding back barf at the thought of your dog being lost, scared, worse. I’m carrying my shoes now as we search through the next neighborhood, down the lone cul-de-sac in town. Muddy water flushes grass clippings past us, toward the gas station like fresh mint in cocoa.

6'4" 300 lb Male Walks Home at Night

The Coop: A Poetry Cooperative, May '21

The moon hangs low in the sky,
dropping light through tree limbs
on my walk home from campus.
October, black Batman hoodie,
backpack hanging from shoulders...

I-70 to St. Louis

Harbor Review, Issue 4, Jan. 2020

Dirty cocksucker, Dad groaned alongside the backing tenor vocals of his car horn. My brother and I knew dirty cocksucker was bad. That exact combination of words, dirty, cock, sucker, drew the attention of the universe...

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"How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home."

William Faulkner

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