The Polite Uglies is a home for narrative experiments, creative shithousing, and whatever survives the editorial gauntlet. Named for a fake punk band that never quite made it out of my notebook, the title is a half-serious homage to linguistic roots and cultural mismatch. Does it seem right? Who cares. Does it work? Let’s find out.

This is where the ideas land when they don’t have anywhere else to go. Stories, poems, fragments, failed jokes, monologues, literary pranks. If it’s here, it probably refused to stay quiet.

If you’re looking for clean categories, you won’t find them. If you’re looking for meaning—well, maybe. Some of the stories here tried very hard to seem meaningful. It’s kind of adorable actually. When meaning only exists where it exists…regardless of intent. Anyway, feel free to comment.

Thanks,
The Management