Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

Quicksand Together we will read and disinfect literature and curate augments about the purity of intention. We will wreck work that is not up to our values purity. We will be attentive to the hobgoblins of human imperfection we must … Continue reading →

The Endless Not (redux) Dear C.— Sometimes I have the ocean roaring in my ears, in my head—not the intermittent breaks and ebbs of waves on the shore, but only the crashes—crashes, crashes, crashes—on an endless loop for minutes, hours … Continue reading →

We Become the Planet We Kill I get to bake the cellophane cake. You are an 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 … Continue reading →

Naked Preamble Juana weaves her homily—one uprise after another, unaware that she’s at the precipice of her irritating anecdotes. Jean believes he deserves his honorific—the one Juana refuses to use when addressing him. Gaffes occur in a world ruled by … Continue reading →

Meet The Beetles! (Redux) Briefly, gentlemen, it has come to my attention that there has been an inordinate amount of “buggery” going on between you and our beetles. This will not do. As of tomorrow at 7:00 am all those … Continue reading →

Last Dose Nothing enervates like changing midstream, he said to the garage walls, but we adapt. William Katz, in the slipstream of placenta trip time, started anew. Katz was 103 miles into his new life—the New England life he envisioned—when … Continue reading →