Tag Archives: Fiction

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week For decades, Big Oil has treated the atmosphere as an open sewer and cashed in on the consequences. — António Guterres, Secretary-General of the United Nations / “Final Address to the United Nations, September … Continue reading →

Dinnertime Blues Mother ate the moonTurned out the sky She stormed insideOpened her mouth Out came a stringOf seven planets Dinner was thrownInto darkness What I’m Reading: Humans did not end themselves in one gulp, but in small sips, and … Continue reading →

thee stillbirthed republic hit me on thee setteeleave your fingermarks & hotwelts rising on my twisted back be my grand inquisitor imperiousin ermine & red velveteenyour incandescence / the weanof duchess-induced melancholia i call you weasel fingers& you coo like … Continue reading →

Kankakee, October 1, 2016 Then there was Kankakee—that year of enervating visions—and the posse of teenage courtiers whose dizzying luck was doomed by a pair of “ragged claws.” Fragile, as the wounded world, and openly melancholic. Yes, we had cinematic … Continue reading →

Distortion Poetics (redux) Distortion principle no. 1: avoid distortion. Distortion principle no. 2: defenestrate (often). Distortion principle no. 3: degauss after every visit to either of the poles. Distortion principle no. 4: cleanse fold and manipulate. Distortion principle no. 5: … Continue reading →

this will be this will be a backwards maskthis will be self-abasingthis will be scrofulous and un-dexterous so this will be loutishthis will be pettythis will be unpleasant i am feeling unpleasant this will be something of a curethis will … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: This country makes you weepHalf our forests, rivers and mountains ruinedThis country makes you angryHowling wolves, wild horses hunted downThis country dishonors life and praisesDeath in battle hymns and flag-draped eulogies — Genny Lim / “Century of … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The Artificial State honored no boundaries and conferred no rights. Its emergence was inseparable from the deepening connections of transportation, communication, and trade that became known, in the 1980s, as globalization, and ushered in … Continue reading →

Pocket o’ Blues (redux) Maria says posthaste when she means post-punk.  It has something to do with the wiring in her head.   I have a box full of letters, and she has a box full of coca leaves from her trip … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: The whole world can be divided into those who write and those who do not write, wrote Kierkegaard. Not that I’ve been reading Kierkegaard. I found these words copied down in an old school notebook. The notebook … Continue reading →