Monthly Archives: July 2021

soggy piss-chips

Building / SILENCE Building fictions is an addiction not easily quenched. A need, psychological and physiological that renders one a hamster inside the wheel—no stopping until you’re ejected into the corner where all the soggy piss-chips accrue. Bring pleasant talk … Continue reading

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tang of petroleum

2029 The air is sharp with the tang of petroleum and machine fluids. Tendrils of perfume pin prick the air. You follow that scent to the end of a street where the bodies are piled chest high. “So here’s my … Continue reading

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sea urchin prickly

mary’s lament 07/29/1990 he said i must discipline my temperament—crush my egoism. it’s like my medulla oblongata was on sale for $1.25 at zayre’s—compare… you can’t do better than zayre—trust was power, father on the prowl—and as neptuna’s only daughter … Continue reading

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a thunderous welcome

Dream 1,823 (redux) He woke up with the Spinners’ “I’ll Be Around” ear-wigging his head. He had this dream 1,822 times since seeing the performance one Saturday morning in 1973. The gold and ruddy light of it. The smoking jackets … Continue reading

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son of violence

I was a jackanapes in Sevastopol when sloth consumed me.Now I’m fagged on a stackof lighted pyre, the funeralin progress. I was the son of violence,and as begets one so highly skilled:a gun-licker & barrel-blowerwho shot off his own nose.My … Continue reading

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in hype city

Hormone Brouhaha in Hype City Pleas go unheeded Plaster of Paris casts are discarded Pantunflas and precocity are abstracted in medical journals “Unblock Party: When you’re having trouble thinking of new ideas, go to one of your old ideas and … Continue reading

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a grey mist

grey mist haiku the midday sun fadesa grey mist blurs the green hillsthe world disappears “Your best days are sometimes those when you end up with less on the page than when you started.” — Hilary Mantel / “How Writers … Continue reading

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pierced her medulla

The Migraine Mary crashed. She was out of sorts after the apparition, but she recovered enough to do this on Saturday. She wrote: 07/24/21 I’m gonna remix the Shakespeare sonnet in today’s “Poem of the Day” email. I’m going to … Continue reading

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by that apparition

the apparition On 07.23.21 Mary was unable to write much, haunted and paralyzed by that apparition all those years ago—now making residence again somewhere deep in her mind. She had a day full of distrait, disinhibition, and discountenance—deliberate and unseen. … Continue reading

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you may return

this lacks a titlethere are no words in bold to be found hereit’s disjointed and attenuatedthere’s distortion to staticdon’t panicit’s all under control thought many(but said no one ever) this writing lacks images no ideas but in things(said a wise … Continue reading

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