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Blockhead Relevance was not his strong suit. Assonance was a mildly strong point. And dissonance was his power alley. So he detuned his lyre and randomly plucked strings. He tuned his dulcimer to F sharp and struck it with claw … Continue reading →

Port of Call: Topeka, Kansas X: You purport to a port of call called Topeka, Kansas. Does the Navy have a port of call in Topeka? The navy has a port in a landlocked city, good sir? Z: What about … Continue reading →

Sacrilege Sacrilege, I say. You say, poppycock. I say we go for ice cream on a pear tree, and the partridges be damned. I have the eyeless in guaguanco player piano boll weevils in exploding plastic shades. I have a … Continue reading →

Wee Hour Verbiage Chilly Black shoots similac intravenously in the wee hours. Wee Willie Winky wanders wavering and quavering in wastrel wigwams of wanton whimsy. Chuck Zuck plucks clucking ducks out of the muck. Wither Zither moves hither and thither. … Continue reading →

Goodly Bunkum — That’s ungoodly bunkum, sir. — Huh? — Yes. That’s a good way of making no sense. “Prose is architecture, not interior decoration.” — Ernest Hemingway

The Movement of Fear I sleep on a patch of rocks where the library once stood. In the morning I walk back to my cell smelling of urine and fear. I love my little hole. “Somewhere the world is beautiful, … Continue reading →

Pinpricked Some days are unforgiving, not offering succor in any way. Acedia seeping from every pore — feeling like the Sisyphean boulder is planted on your shoulders. You’re bent under the weight, but somehow you don’t break. You want it … Continue reading →

Crown No. 14 I sat down brusquely on the dentist’s chair feeling I was about to get routed in some manner. Mint green all about the place. The trickling of water somewhere by my knees. “Do you want the serial … Continue reading →

White Ash Is Falling From The Sky white ash is falling from the sky… white ash is falling from the sky… white ash is falling from the sky… “when the tide retreats we ask ourselves why did it matter so … Continue reading →

Forecast It has been revealed: I’ve been healed, and it’s going to be a rainy day tomorrow. My head will catch fire in the belt buckle rain. I have no way of disengaging from this nightmare. Hey, petunia brain! I … Continue reading →