Tag Archives: Chance Operations

disengagement / engagement  . . . and with a deep suspiration she set her thumbs to tapping on the gorilla glass: a disconnect with attainment of desired goalsa disconnect with engagement of daily responsibilitiesa disconnect with realizing this awareness and … Continue reading →

peripeteia (redux) we dream about a walkabout. we exhume gutter politics before they’re buried in the rattle brattle bund. we sling jagged zeugmas. we qualify this and that—our words signify nothing—we fill the interstices with air. the beckon calls for dr. … Continue reading →

the pareidolia amok the muck amuck amoki see faces repeating and repeatingin these morning flakesin the bread crusts drearin the wake of your leavingas the motes of particulate air roilabout the emptiness you createdby vacating this space insidemy now soiled … Continue reading →

stained pink rayon first responders were able to get him out the stained pink rayon nightgown beneathhis torn clothes was unexpectedno one says a word he was not in the water but he was takenby the 8-foot wave nonethelessrough surf … Continue reading →

She is Splooting on the Sward (When Shooting Won’t Do) One strong throat emerges to tell the straitjacket-story of a gifted and complicated mandible: Her despots are both deeper and weirder—splooting rib-deep on American fangs. Her handguns—blue steel euphonies—flexible, transcend … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Summer grass aches and whispers. It wants something; it calls and sings; it poursout wishes to the overhead stars. — Carl Sandburg / “Summer Grass” They know, from the past few years of massively … Continue reading →

Curanga Pie Blues I was conceived in the cold heatOf the late stage Anthropocene. My mother’s milk was curanga pie. I am a born again pleonasm—Aphasic—ecstatic in static,Mendicant in white noise. I am obscenely petulant,Vaguely touched,Piqued & hotWith fleas. EndlessNot. … Continue reading →

in the unlikely event there is something louder than your heartit supersedes the asperity of your bones a wind forced through an aperture moansit sounds like a death rattle, an agonal breath this which your mind fastens uponwill always remain … Continue reading →

My darkest numbness is indelibly embodied in the soft-voiced teenaged longing brilliantly off-key and abstemious. We imbibed nothing. We believed in nothing but being straight-edge. You wrought fascinating rants on anti-fascism — bombs of resolute intelligence both — a reward … Continue reading →

The Queenie Meets Whit Frictions The Queenie declaims that feculence has nothing to do in this affair. She says: “I was bequeathed a third rate hand me down in consignment and inquisitiveness—a loan from dog. I’ve got the scrabble tiles … Continue reading →