Tag Archives: Fiction

Nothing Truly Connects We’re above an endless plateau of cirrus. Look at that wisp of crescent moon nailed to this impossibly saturated blue sky. The moon out at noon. Proof, and more proof, that I’m being watched. The wolf ponders … Continue reading →

falling rocks / times up falling rocks / times up / first fall tang on the tongue / our fingers vaseline stained / cant forget the clock canting facewise facefirst / damocles like / on a wretched afternoon late holocene … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: Steady, the evening fadesup the street into sunsetover the lake. Winter sits quiet here, snow piledby the road, the walks stampeddown or shoveled. The kids in the time before dinner areplaying, sliding on the old ice.The dogs … Continue reading →

Blockhead Relevance was not his strong suit. Assonance was a mildly strong point. And dissonance was his power alley. So he detuned his lyre and randomly plucked strings. He tuned his dulcimer to F sharp and struck it with claw … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Three things: I’ve never been toa funeral, a man is his ownprophet in the morning, a door floats above an endless horizon.But I have walked through hospice halls,I have stood at the edge of … Continue reading →

im a dream creep (redux) im a dream creep having bug dinner / making errant presentations in the round / converting pathological crab kids in love to arthritic husks / i tease a sickle / a cudgel / all show … Continue reading →

Epistemic Valve-u-later Insouciant pill pusher — writer of scrips intended to send me to oblivion, to live thee life of the lotus eaters. Dr. Closer — shutter of the epistemic valve — he wants me to live the limpid life … Continue reading →

Because the llama faltered The alpaca tycoon • modulus repairedTakes onto the hills • savage in sharpnessCritical focal acuity deglazed • warpingOn shadows like soft monsters unloosedIn the monochrome desert Avert your eyes as what you see is illusoryCircles of … Continue reading →

Alcoholics by Appointment Tectonic plates nimbly moving between the two of us — threads separated by upsetting intertitles.  I understood wanting — the fist unfoldings like investigating what I wanted from life. A propensity for unrelated stretches of boredom respectively … Continue reading →

What are Fish Gills to Fishers of Men? At a remove, in a gesture, a part of a thingRepresenting the whole.What are ambivalences of texts?Polyvalencies in readings?What flows from this desireTo macerate the pulp of lifeInto a sodden discourse—An echolalia?The … Continue reading →