Monthly Archives: November 2020

Havana Bouncy Ball It’s a Havana bouncy ball… a buena Havana bouncy ball… una bola Habanera rebotante… say Havana bouncy ball! Florence Shaw is going on and on about all manner of global cities’ bouncy balls — except Havana bouncy … Continue reading →

Another found art treasure found inside a used $1.00 copy of Melville’s Moby-Dick. “Exercise the writing muscle every day, even if it is only a letter, notes, a title list, a character sketch, a journal entry. Writers are like dancers, … Continue reading →

Cease to Resist My pantaloons are full of persistence at the edge of insistence. This is an instance of passionate persuasion — perfectly pitted prior to priapic penitence which is pertinent to the power of poseurs in preprandial punctuality of … Continue reading →

Billingsgate and Balderdash You are like the tuber of calcaneous, necessary but non-articulating. Without you there is no ambulating me… The things you’ve said to me in your gasps and low moans: “Starting rotation from blackbird…” “They transferred me to … Continue reading →

“A Thanksgiving Prayer” by William S. Burroughs There’s no improving on thee Thanksgiving classic, so I’ll repost the great “Uncle Bill” as I did last Thanksgiving day — just in case you didn’t drop by last year. Again, thank you … Continue reading →

Bluetoothing the Novel Maple bacon cheddar pizza, I say, repeating what she just said to me. I need a snack soon, she says. A swoony-jazzy song plays like it’s 1967– remember the smarmy song playing in The Graduate when Bancroft … Continue reading →

Another Sleep of Treason Rudy can’t fail, but he also can’t answer for the dream he dropped into my head. After complications, and scenes upon scenes, it unravels. I make my way in to a motel room. Now, mind you, … Continue reading →

Primitive Trails From This Point Panda cycling and recycling, panda-demics, and panda demotics. Find yourself in the world of widespread fraud and plate tectonics in response to politic-tonics — those gestures and flourishes that are not of this society, of … Continue reading →

the intensity in ur face scares me u look right through me when we argue now u r supplanted by another viper-coiled & ready to strike ur venom ducts overflowing when u used to look like alex chilton it was … Continue reading →

karate nuns in madras a leap of faithinto the snarling madras night karate nuns in madrasdaughters & sisters a lurking shadow’s nightmare sect sororal floral saris hidea vengeful knifea sharpened crucifixbared fangs for pathologicaltesticles karate nuns break boardswith calloused handssmash … Continue reading →