Category Archives: Writing

Naked Preamble (redux) Juana weaves her homily—one uprise after another, unaware that she’s at the precipice of her irritating anecdotes. Jean believes he deserves his honorific—the one Juana refuses to use when addressing him. Gaffes occur in a world ruled … Continue reading →

The Loon Poet’s Hypophora (redux) Does anyone have ballroom gabardineto sell a gigolo? Are you upgrading your ballpointgab for sundial gadgets? Or looking for a private future? (I’m looking for sunhat provoststo enjoy the upcoming spring cleaning& the summons of … Continue reading →

post-post boosterism undone a hapless haptic shadowinfinite dashed linesfunk seeps in through puncture holeswon the night and lost ourselvesgloom at the peripheriesas fireflies streak the darkness the darkness harkens headfulsof childhood disjecta loosedour voices freeze in the nightsound iced in … Continue reading →

Night Sky Electric I hear the prattle of death’s rattle as it searches for its corpse. It does not come for me tonight, but its search is in earnest. I can hear the effort in its breath and the lead … Continue reading →

Aggrieved and Antic Three astonishments shy of a high-strung melodrama I flickered and boasted about my existential moodiness. I was three compositions  short of a wartime screenplay and much too invested in haunting atmospheres. I craved numerous occult tropes of … Continue reading →

Day of the Dead Prerogative (redux) I dreamt of zombies last night. I asked you where you put them: In the garage? You said in the closet. I told you to move my father’s stuff over and put your stuff in … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week An inhumane system demands inhumans, and so it produces them in stories, editorials, newscasts, movies, and television.  — Ta-Nehisi Coates / The Message Long has paled that sunny sky:Echoes fade and memories die:Autumn frosts … Continue reading →

undesirable tendencies (redux) a welfare check on my chickpeasa moral bankruptcy pulls mefrom a restraint on my stoopa clue found in my miniature espresso rasp—my neurons are frayedwhile packing peanuts + PFAS dilute my membranesthumb-actuated airguns are hard to beat … Continue reading →

Or better yet, both superimposed Feeling particularly frisky and having been born in foul moonlight amidst the rancor of heat and the solitary investiture of a love shorn largesse — and because of this tainted spite — he bears a … Continue reading →