Tag Archives: Chance Operations

Anathema (redux) In extremis slender fungus, milk and coffee, fun among us. What was the propellor doing in the twisty-too bar with the rudder? What’s the shakes, handbrake? In some far-off land where the Jaberwock lives, and hard and pointillist … Continue reading →

A Few of the Dreams (redux) These were a few of the images retained: The final scene is all she remembers. Massive black horses in water—a marsh, blue sky, angry cumulus darkness roiling in the distance. They need this, a … Continue reading →

Market Futures The ad above the seats reads — Intrusive thoughts… Appearance … Causing Significant Stress? She reads the sign and immediately hates how the man sitting below the sign acts —a loud cellphone talker She sees him nearly everyday … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I think the countries you singled out, along with others in Western Europe, are confronting two enormous, overarching problems that largely explain what’s going on. One is that the extended era of affluence following … Continue reading →

The Dictator Says The dictator says: St. Ignatius used a cilice; hold your breath and expand, let go… and I do. He places live wires on my testicles and says: Go! She’s gesticulating wildly and walking waterboard eyes toward me. … Continue reading →

Intractable (Downgrade Don) You dreamYour tongue is loosedUpon that intractable waferGlued to the roofOf your perfidiousMouth What I’m Reading: For much of my life, I was your garden-variety MSNBC Democrat, but I’ve moved left and weaned myself off corporate news … Continue reading →

Today, The Past, and Some Night to Come He lives with ephemeral creatures beneath his feet and stanchions around his bed. A case study in diverting his elbow’s loose skin and the stubbing of his tender footing. In the darkness … Continue reading →

snouter i am a parasitic acarologisthosting a tick and a bacteriuman entomophage pullulating amongst legions of otherslooking for a parasitoid waspim a beaky toothed sort of snouterout and about for a ladybug finger or twothe dog never knew what hit … Continue reading →