Tag Archives: Fiction

Reductive Redux I heard a Colombian river was full of cocaine hippos.I heard we’ve passed 7 of the 9 thresholds that make earth habitable for human life.I heard hard times are coming.I heard we can lose ourselves in augmented reality … Continue reading →

A Methodology I. You know me. She knows me. And both of you know I’m incapable of washing the mangoes just for the sake of it. So let’s not play nuclear family melodrama tropes — there will be no keyboard … Continue reading →

Count the year’s conquests Dearest X, December rush, eh?Rebarbative bedfellows, yes?Assuage the babblative, no? You’ve got another December rush going and no guardian of the journal yet—you… you… you see… you see men hovering outside your window 15 & 1/2 … Continue reading →

Note the Evil I. It said 6-12 hours. It’s been 8 plus hours and nothing. Nothing. Not hard or soft. Not wet or dry. Nothing. The jazz player hates the blues picker. The punk puckers up for a fight with … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The hope is our prayers will make Him nicer, butIt don’t look likely, and to make it worseAn Act of God is anything at allThat lets the insurance people off the hook. — Howard … Continue reading →

beat down blues the harvest supermoon beat medown with its reflected incandescence i gots the blues two weeks shyof bluest day of the year the shortest day of the year i gots heathy feets that take menowhere nowhere is nowheregood … Continue reading →

force sucking a nor’easter i shiver and plates collidethe dahabeeyah motors drainoiling — like acid on concretei’m staking the last dinner seating the revulsion totalyour vague forearms bustlethe workload of genuis naked and falsean alteration of a month’s persuasion we … Continue reading →

I Painted You Several days of tempest, Drifting to the north on unanswered orisons, The datura oriented at the sun’s appearance.Partial to impuissant seasons,Speakers shorten their imprecations — Ancients their divagations.There I painted youAs a spot on the dimming sun. … Continue reading →

The Mopes I. Something like a true depressive’s day. Cold, cloudy, dark by 4pm. An elaborate torpor that caffeine won’t derail. Eating meals with your fingers. Eating cookies. Wear your pajamas all day. Walk 840 steps by 8:30pm … that’s … Continue reading →

Multivariables (redux) She delivered a dead man aboard pretending he was drunk. Otherwise, she delivered groceries ordered through an app. Though it must be said that she sometimes delivered blows to the head. The unsuspecting victims then became the next … Continue reading →