Monthly Archives: August 2020

Fishy Fishy Fishy Poo It’s not piscatorial you’re feeling. You’ve never been to sea. It’s not enmity you’re feeling. You meditate every morning that you are: peaceful and content in every way and every day. You’re feeling like a scarlet … Continue reading →

Yes… You are alive. That’s something. “…you must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.” — Samuel Beckett / The Unnameable

Annihilation Haiku The mushroom cloud grows Across the blind horizon A dead gray snow falls “… for the eyes of the children of nagasaki, for the eyes of the children of middle passage, for cherokee eyes, ethiopian eyes, russian eyes, … Continue reading →

Gormless Writers — No more talk of fish. — Let’s talk about the month long break from writing. — Let’s not.   — Let’s write about the month long leave from writing.  — Let’s  not. — Let’s consider the month … Continue reading →

Of Joubles and Gangles It’s a little troublesome this hankering for a jouble when there are only gangles about. It was established in the 14th century, that joubles were preferable to gangles, and so this is the way today.   … Continue reading →

Phosphene Dream He produced phosphenes that smelled of mandarin oranges — a strange synesthetic effect that followed the orange-rimmed yellow spots that exploded in his closed-eye vision. He thought this was an improvement on the phosphenes of his youth that … Continue reading →

Tonight, Yesterday & Some Night to Come He lives with ephemeral creatures under his feet and creatures over his head. A case in point: his thoughts diverting his elbow’s skin and the rubbing of tender footing. Sycamores make wide arm … Continue reading →

Happenstance is Crapenstance Out of the inkwell comes Yonki the heavily sedated quualude dealer. A fuzzy jewfro and pockmarked face wearing his favorite ribbed tank top fraying at the edges by his armpits. He calls out to Lester the methadone … Continue reading →

flarfish 25: fanfaronade picaro he got the call of the west he go, he went, to idaho when he attempted to lay hands upon others — they resisted his choler rose — fandango fanfaronade fantoccini fantod faradism farfel fasces the picaresque romance … Continue reading →

idaho well ablution i went to the well and saw jesse floating there her eyes frozen on the concrete sky above arms splayed at her side gently lapping in the blackness her eyes were stone gray i went to the … Continue reading →