Monthly Archives: December 2020

Rate of Declivity The avarice of kings and the palavering of paladins make for the usurious rate of declivity in modern life. If you rescind your common sense as if it were a toy swiped away from a 3 year … Continue reading →

(my short film lagniappe for you, take 3 minutes out of your life) Walls You believe, Calypso, In rising seas, In openings, closings, In walls to protect him; The journey no longer as important As the destination. We build trust, … Continue reading →

Oneiric Phase Player To take your place I place this alchemical bomblet in your sassafras soporific. In this oneiric state anything is possible so I extend my sickle sharp proboscis the seventeen feet necessary to puncture the dream bubble that … Continue reading →

Your bed is a ciborium of iniquity… “Get rid of meaning. Your mind is a nightmare that has been eating you: now eat your mind.” — Kathy Acker

Titular Stuff Here It’s a ragged sort of heat. The call of the west again. Then a discomfiting sort of rain. It’s my first day out of the house in nearly three weeks. Just 2 days ago I was fetal, … Continue reading →

Your Ten Favorite Holiday Memories 1. You are playing mechanized baseball: a ball bearing is pitched out of a hole, and the bat is a pinball flipper — and fwap! The ball bearing falls into one of a series of … Continue reading →

The Cobalt Everyone on tiny purple microdots is encouraged to call the quasar, and if you get no answer please call the event horizon. The DMT sequence transports have been established. All galactic envoys and space cadets are registered for … Continue reading →

Letter Never Sent I was gas huffing one afternoon, by the train tracks near the smelter, trying to shotgun iso nitrite through my paint gun and boom — whoosh! — it hit me. It was a wrap, and on came … Continue reading →

Two Views: A Cut-Up Bedtime Story I. X.’s home was a shambles: piles of amber eyes, clouds of fleas and other debris, the ritual heads against our legs; red bodies were discovered – strong and sharp – in the refrigerator’s … Continue reading →

Sangfroid I-IV i.  The Ashen Landscape “He’s got what?  Days left?  I don’t want to be there when he dies.” “Sangfroid.” “I’m cold-blooded?” “You didn’t wish to come back to the village — to the sea?” “I see… a Rothko — canted, a … Continue reading →