Monthly Archives: April 2026

Sangfroid I-IV (redux) 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, … Continue reading →

Excerpts from My Inbox (redux) A serious mistake was made giving less than 24 hours-notice … We have a cat and a charming baby … I would describe it as a dark comedy I suppose … Creamy white leather sofa–like … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The United States is being murdered, and it’s an inside job. Every department, every branch, every bureau and function of the federal government is being fatally corrupted or altogether dismantled or disabled. All this … Continue reading →

One Raw Manifold (redux) This isn’t your house. You don’t belong here. You can’t come in here anytime you want and go in that room. The Muscovy duck eggs have failed to hatch — a marten’s been at them and … Continue reading →

Quit Dozens of artificial moles designed to ferret out your true intentions — your riverbed of stubbornness.  Residencies found that many such moles used one of two operations in accordance to discordant heartbeats — that which lies at your moribund … Continue reading →

Photochemical Agrimony A rose by any other name is a silver halide crystal excising itself from the emulsion in a photochemical bath — but what do we care? Boldly proclaimed to be the last finery on a desolate earth, thermal … Continue reading →

In the Colosseum, See the Tragedians; or, Thee Sequel No One Asked For The tragedians were not yet on the wasteland. The tragedians were still in their ramekins in the hinterlands — which is where they belonged — which is … Continue reading →

A Sequel of Sequined Seconals (The original has such a wild, layered energy — voice-to-text artifacts living alongside Beckett references, suburban Florida humidity, coyotes eating Rimsky-Korsakov — it’s a rare kind of document. Writing into it felt less like imitation … Continue reading →

It’s Something About Umbilical Lint in Crepuscular Light (Here follows the subheading apropos of nothing) BEFORE THE CEILING FAN (A PREQUEL TO NOTHING IN PARTICULAR) Before the mango. Before the question of the mango. Before the question of whether anyone … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week A toenail clipping floating in a toilet bowllike a crescent moon reflected in water, beauty is quiet and self-conscious. A character in a novelsits on the toilet. Sometimes for forever. Speaking of which,where does … Continue reading →