Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

Short Entitled Fuse (redux) … and in another precinct someone latches on to the idea of redemption — but in this rainy neighborhood, and specifically in this newly repointed brick building, a man (we’ll never learn his name) has confessed … Continue reading →

Parsnip with Pomegranate Tendencies Use this taro chip as your viaticum, the priest says. Where am I? In a priest driven ambulance, he says. Good luck, the one in the passenger seat says. What are you going to do about … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week We are all afraid. It’s quite a statement. But we are in a time and a place where I certainly have not been here before. I’ll tell you, I’m oftentimes very anxious myself about … Continue reading →

We Become the Planet We Kill I get to bake the cellophane cake. You: insouciant acolyte of peregrinations plus, and you ameliorate my angst. You’ll find me a way to progress as a pilgrim that isn’t full of that old … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: Moving on, as a concept, is for stupid people, because any sensible person knows grief is a long-term project. I refuse to rush. The pain that is thrust upon us let no man slow or speed or … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Now, the rain, the iron rain, with its little keysis closing all the doors . . . and I think we’re all dead. See how the skysits like a tombstone on the roofs. — … Continue reading →

Three Dreams on a Somnolent Afternoon (redux) I. I went under last summer. I was tedious. I was trite. Summer raged. I withstood, until I couldn’t anymore. Lids often closed as I approached. Blinders blinked. It was forever the moment … Continue reading →