Monthly Archives: September 2020

The Movement of Fear I sleep on a patch of rocks where the library once stood. In the morning I walk back to my cell smelling of urine and fear. I love my little hole. “Somewhere the world is beautiful, … Continue reading →

Pinpricked Some days are unforgiving, not offering succor in any way. Acedia seeping from every pore — feeling like the Sisyphean boulder is planted on your shoulders. You’re bent under the weight, but somehow you don’t break. You want it … Continue reading →

Crown No. 14 I sat down brusquely on the dentist’s chair feeling I was about to get routed in some manner. Mint green all about the place. The trickling of water somewhere by my knees. “Do you want the serial … Continue reading →

White Ash Is Falling From The Sky white ash is falling from the sky… white ash is falling from the sky… white ash is falling from the sky… “when the tide retreats we ask ourselves why did it matter so … Continue reading →

Forecast It has been revealed: I’ve been healed, and it’s going to be a rainy day tomorrow. My head will catch fire in the belt buckle rain. I have no way of disengaging from this nightmare. Hey, petunia brain! I … Continue reading →

Crosseyed and Prickly I woke up perpendicular and pediculous. Careful who you sleep with. I am festooned with all manner of red bites and welts throughout my body. (I’m not certain if it’s anything like the Chris Frantz anecdote where … Continue reading →

Misanthrope I am a battering ram of ill intention I am a wounded person I was wounded while very young I have made it my life’s mission — First, subconsciously, Later, with rigor — To wound others in return family, … Continue reading →

Island Deluge Tragedians are people who belong in ramekins but somehow slipped through the net and live on a Godot-like wasteland, without the gnarled tree, but with plenty of tumbleweeds constantly blowing through the landscape. Discordant bird chatter is constant … Continue reading →

No Room for Nostalgia A new month brings the promise of more longanimity and asceticism. Nothing is as safe she expects in the age of vulnerability and shame. She liked it more when every emotional situation didn’t need a name … Continue reading →

Primary Day in MA! Vote, baby, vote! “The Trump administration and corrupt and authoritarian regimes generally are enemies of fact and truth and history and witness, and people who can’t tell the difference or don’t care about what’s true and … Continue reading →