Monthly Archives: October 2025

It Is Little Wonder It is little wonder — this ill wind. We’re the largest exporter of young martyrs. They travel with confidence and exotic lawyers, falling into maggot defences, and jaunty tweeds in cooler weather. All so sanguine. Are you … Continue reading →

Gutbucket In Buffet Time Mutagens remain in the environment. The disaster follows a now familiar course. During the early stages of the emergency clean-up a bestial man cried: I sing in praise of older gutbuckets. I pledge to be benefic … Continue reading →

Shadow Language This fridge arrives with a toothache, and the dialectical fright squad was chop-licking with overwet prosody. It is poor form to be rich and our canines are oversharpened while our molars have ground down to battlefield dust. The … Continue reading →

point of illumination sitting on a box of squirrels smearing graph paper archives with bodily fluids it seems meaningfully aligned with bit rot alooffeldspar arrested in amber something i recovered from the rubble of the present tense presented on mute … Continue reading →

The Tuneless Ballad of Rostay Toonany and Chemo Destrapè (redux) Clowns and claustrophobes both. Masters of microbes and microbiomes—and bonhomie. Too much probiotic nonsense squelching their wheelhouse one day, and they took to fisticuffs. Oh, what a dastardly day for … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week How empty does your message have to be for a deranged right wing to even have a chance of winning? Of all the epitaphs that may one day be written on the gravestone of … Continue reading →

(exhaust) there’s a trace of optimism beneath your heels —are you walking on your hands? i’m perilously close to using a capital letterin my suicide note unsent / unspent i’ve a taste for the macabre stewed in offalawful & awe-filled … Continue reading →

Canyons of Mistrust The superintendent of state struggling to meet winter, raising a circle out of oblongs, was struck to the head with future dread. Bread returned to its silent pile, but rarely with as much gravitas as in Dusks … Continue reading →

You Cannot Be Anything If You Want To Be Everything (redux) In her dream she was at a garish fairground carnival under a cloudless dayglo blue sky.  She was separated from her parents.  She panicked.  She was lost in this strange loud place.  Carnies … Continue reading →