Monthly Archives: October 2020

quietly appeal for help “Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college.” — Kurt Vonnegut

Title Goes Here This is the body of the entry: This is the complication. This is the climax. This is the gist of what I wish to convey. This is the denouement. This is what you get. This is Fall, … Continue reading →

Bad Outcomes (blackout 211) 1. West, the dream maker bicycles For all ages, a unique paradise Only one mile sought after Fingertips. 2. That is awesome, the guy in the gray Cuff him and zip it I saw you guys … Continue reading →

Absoidial Head Come collogue, my friend. Now is the only thing that’s real. Who said that? Even with this new age shit thrumming in my ears, Absoidial Head on the Windshield, from their record Shimmied A Jack From The Response … Continue reading →

Deep Mail … rooted in the world. Adamantine, I say… You there, bring the claque around, those pot-bellied trash throwing fiends, so that I may bowdlerize the founding documents. I’ll read them aloud in the quavering castrato of the bear … Continue reading →

I’ll Never Do Another Magic Trick Let me tell you, I was shocked. He came out of the darkness and parried and flipped the toupee off my head with that jaunty rapier. All right, I said to him, it’s marinating … Continue reading →

Boogie Taps In Bangatovia Can you tolerate the boogie taps in Bangatovia? I can understand your need for disinformation, as you are a tendentious jerk, and your tongue lags like a bloodhound’s when you see a pomegranate. But is there … Continue reading →

Rapid Eye Phantasm The book of the moon, la lune, jejune, da do run run run… do do do de da da da, that’s all I want to say to you… Words run-on, days and months run-on, one day we’ll … Continue reading →

Leitmotif and Preference Midriff Manny says the leitmotif here is the man on the roof watching the spires melt across town. These aren’t aliens, these are hair replacement salesmen. The starlight from another millennia so many thousand of light years … Continue reading →

Pandemic Haiku #6 Put on the barbed crown. The sun king is hovering; His head is brought low. This is Fall, at 8:40 am, on 10/02/20. Jamaica Plain, MA. (2/31) “Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you … Continue reading →