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Rue One would ask of the lurking white world if it would end in luminous water or nearby on the wheel a cudgel and a rock outcropping in hand and a popcorn ceiling phone skittering on a dead connection. It’s … Continue reading →

Disengage From Timbre It’s been six days since I fell through the crack.  I’m spiraling down depression way again.  The crack has been widening and if I don’t do something about it — San Andreas be thy name — you … Continue reading →

Central Smoke Bone She had grown red and corpse-like below the Danish authority standard issue yellowish canopy beyond the dune and deadwood. Nearby, the crusted and congealed, many rats in  hazel frozen a on twig. Bleating, and she a sheep, … Continue reading →

 Doused Chiaoscuro See more ideas about black and white: the dramatic effect of contrasting areas taken on February 24, when the deus ex machina fell through the trapdoor into the charnel house. See deus roll among the flaky fillets … Continue reading →

flarfish 623: bilious viridity My dysfunction is an (especially) excessive Viridity to the oak — whether thee extended use of the term “jaundiced” — or not —  I aspired to the bilious Lord who achieved such glory on our collective backs. Or … Continue reading →

Fall Fall.  Fall, I say.  She doesn’t.  She stays perched on her branch.  Fall, I say.  She does not.  This ritual —  the repetition is liturgical.  A call and response in absentia.  There is no rejoinder.  There is no: and also with … Continue reading →

flarfish 20: ecdysis anthropocene splash Sixth Extinction! Anthropocene! Cry baby! “¡Llorona!” for example, can splash water from her toilet Amphibians, Crocs, Fauna, Wildlife Crocodile, Alligator Crocodile “¡Buenos dias!” A Baby Elephant this morning at Sabi Sabi was the last born … Continue reading →

Wanderlust I spent most of the last two days in an altered state of consciousness. Somewhat deluded, exhausted, and floating in and out of the lands of Fratish Sapish. Stop. Don’t open your Google Maps app and search it out, … Continue reading →

flarfish 5: dada flarf-a-rama Flarf poetry was an… scant garde poetry movement of the 21st century. corrosive, cute, or cloying, awfulness. Wrong. the style of which he promptly dubbed “Flarf,” with… something ineffable in Dada 3 (1918) , except that … Continue reading →

A Hawk Checks His Waterproofs A London man creates a call in exchange for the oft-deplored offer — characters dominated by the increasingly unhinged hawks on the banks of the Thames. Gophers ruin the soil before a Parliamentary veto on … Continue reading →