Category Archives: Writing

The Smellfungus (travel day redux) The smellfungus among us complains of unpeeled bananas—he doesn’t understand bisecting lines. He lives in a network of uncluttered pages—waits for the flood and the clutch of the ham-fisted smile. Read his body language—why don’t … Continue reading →

Nothing Remotely Comprehensible Tragedians are people who belong in ramekins but somehow slipped through the net and live on a Godot-like wasteland, without the gnarled tree, but with plenty of tumbleweeds constantly blowing through the landscape. Discordant bird chatter is … Continue reading →

epic sieves two damaged wipers on the locumglimmer compensation onsitewe will generate some northward disruptionfor everyone’s sake, the linear narrative is temporarily closed renege : renewal we have placed a few cartoonists outside for easy insertionresolutions will be directed to … Continue reading →

Unmoored The unrooted. The faceless. The darkness without form. Forms without substance. Substrates without purchase. The turmoil throwing her into a state of agitation. Explicit signs. Signs without meaning. Warning signs. All—a mass of confusion she wallows in—nascent hours at … Continue reading →

blood first, there is the blood of the chicken—then the effigy doll, blindfolded with hands tied behind its back—attempts at wordly accretions to follow, but it doesn’t look right,this is worse,every trip a strand of its ownproducing its own unique … Continue reading →