Monthly Archives: January 2020

Saul Goldfarb’s Shiva (The end of a year-long penance for both of us…)   I was cordially invited this morning To remember Saul Goldfarb. I don’t know who Saul Goldfarb is; or rather, who he was,  and I don’t know … Continue reading →

My Friend Goo My friend Goo is fierce, but she’s a troubled sort. The kind of girl whose mother framed “The Serenity Prayer” and hung it up in her bathroom, so every time Goo sits on the toilet she has … Continue reading →

The Shrunken Head  All night she dreamt of shrunken heads.  She awoke haunted and restive.  In the dream a shrunken head in flames hovered over her and her cat, which was surprisingly undisturbed by the apparition but nonetheless pawed at … Continue reading →

Pinwheel Practice at the Proving Ground   Overheard at the artillery field… Let’s take out that minuscule target with a 240 mm cannonade. No need to sight anything let’s just shoot willy nilly. Let’s just load them up and fire … Continue reading →

Pocket o’ Blues Maria says posthaste when she means post-punk.  It has something to do with the wiring in her head.   I have a box full of letters, and she has a box full of coca leaves from her … Continue reading →

The Point Clodomira’s legs are whirring pistons.  She’s up over 100 revolutions per minute on her bike.  The countryside streaks by her and in these few seconds there is no revolutionary struggle, no ultimate leader, no great leap forward.   … Continue reading →

Mixed-Up Friends “If you know aught then you know I am grandiloquent and will smite you in wordplay,” Loquatio said. “You don’t know nothing, bud,” Tim countered, “and do me a favor, speak English or I’ll kick your ass out … Continue reading →

trash dash: manhattan iv. overheard in the uzbek restaurant… wayward talk of chile and ecuador, the prime stops on the silk road, techniques of the boustrophedon, raging poppy fields, too much hash the one-upmanship sharp… peripatetic call and response about … Continue reading →

The Allegory of the Falling Sky The sky was breaking into bite-sized chunks and falling on Panfilo’s front yard.  The pieces fell and accumulated into a forty foot-high pyramid that dwarfed Panfilo’s poor house.  People came from miles around to … Continue reading →

The Dry Descent or: the 2,000 Mile Walk and the Obloquy of a King, a Demigod, and the Author Himself The Descent: I hear a cry – the lamentation of a dying man.  I turn, strain to see.  Nothing.  I … Continue reading →