Monthly Archives: March 2026

The Cut-Up is the Only Way S. quanders on… He is a person of many-selvedged hesitations. The sidewalk is a concrete slur, a grey articulation that refuses to resolve into a destination. He feels the syntax of his own skeleton … Continue reading →

Quanders On and On The Moon Ecliptic Jejune… S. understands nothing still.  No progress, just suspicion — an achievement of sorts — another impinged misalignment. The hotel carpet is a pattern of smatters, a garment of tatters and spatters designed … Continue reading →

Bray of Winces (redux) S. understands nothing. He tries, squint-eyed, to turn his brain over. Without spark, the ignition doesn’t catch. S. sees himself, monochromatic, on the screen of his childhood 1974 Panasonic. He’s talking globular in a rectangular city. … Continue reading →

Venting Splenetic Nothing additional to add to the crimes against humanity? Huh? There are mental impingements circulating in the ether. We are helpless to change their direction, their aim, their relentlessness. What we did to deserve this is make clear … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week “The thing is, May,” the hum said, “the goal of advertising is to rip a hole in your heart so it can then fill that hole with plastic, or with any other materials that … Continue reading →