Tag Archives: Creative Writing

It’s Something About Umbilical Lint in Crepuscular Light (Here follows the subheading apropos of nothing) BEFORE THE CEILING FAN (A PREQUEL TO NOTHING IN PARTICULAR) Before the mango. Before the question of the mango. Before the question of whether anyone … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week A toenail clipping floating in a toilet bowllike a crescent moon reflected in water, beauty is quiet and self-conscious. A character in a novelsits on the toilet. Sometimes for forever. Speaking of which,where does … Continue reading →

Misbegotten Notes, USA (redux) Scrolling down a number of superimpositions they multiply—pages of writing, collages, painting, films—audio also multiplied as reading and new noise fades in… Also try flashlight projection of negatives or slides on wall and film it… At … Continue reading →

Hooked Don’t roil the waterWait for the paint to drySssh! the children will hear What are you burning—Commingling with the ashesof the dead? Did you know the matter—Particulate—we breatheIs someone’s uncleOr sister floating in airAt 450 ppm? Recycling—You say biliousIn … Continue reading →

It snowed here in Boston yesterday…I say winter is over.If the electric bike is outFrom its winter hibernation…That means winter is over. What I’m Reading: Spending the night in the mountains with minimal creature comforts has its benefits — it … Continue reading →

Cloud Enjambments (redux) I’m the worst when it comes to fixingLeaks, see for yourself.I’ve seen maps with circularWalls. I love color jet packs. But you’ll need paperFor a lively discussion with a white stripeDown the middle of perception. PointillistDots and … Continue reading →

Sumerian Script I scarify my soul in the humorless moon of a long night in a clean well lighted place — which is a bullet ridden cafe in Ouagadougou — during a monsoon month of dust and quiet whippoorwills. I … Continue reading →

Shadows — Birthing Death All jacked up, fullOf caffeine in a tailwind,Some climbing to do still — Look at the plumes!Are those dust devils? A few spotty flakes.It’s ash,It’s people. Fire zipped down the dark sky —Flattened the school.Now shards … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week My father loved to leave mein a movie theaterby myselfbeginning when I was six seated aloneby the aisle He paid the usher a dimeto make sureno one kidnapped or molested me — John Yau … Continue reading →

NO! to sanity. Bombardment. Body snatching. Wrath. Susceptibilities. Just four psychological subalterns, as essential as conceit and distraction. Shall we start a sacrilegious adherence imperilling the hegemonic horse-carts of bodice rippers?  Bring out yer’ dead! Bombs can be dropped like bread … Continue reading →