Tag Archives: Fiction

the pareidolia amok the muck amuck amoki see faces repeating and repeatingin these morning flakesin the bread crusts drearin the wake of your leavingas the motes of particulate air roilabout the emptiness you createdby vacating this space insidemy now soiled … Continue reading →

stained pink rayon first responders were able to get him out the stained pink rayon nightgown beneathhis torn clothes was unexpectedno one says a word he was not in the water but he was takenby the 8-foot wave nonethelessrough surf … Continue reading →

She is Splooting on the Sward (When Shooting Won’t Do) One strong throat emerges to tell the straitjacket-story of a gifted and complicated mandible: Her despots are both deeper and weirder—splooting rib-deep on American fangs. Her handguns—blue steel euphonies—flexible, transcend … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Summer grass aches and whispers. It wants something; it calls and sings; it poursout wishes to the overhead stars. — Carl Sandburg / “Summer Grass” They know, from the past few years of massively … Continue reading →

Curanga Pie Blues I was conceived in the cold heatOf the late stage Anthropocene. My mother’s milk was curanga pie. I am a born again pleonasm—Aphasic—ecstatic in static,Mendicant in white noise. I am obscenely petulant,Vaguely touched,Piqued & hotWith fleas. EndlessNot. … Continue reading →

in the unlikely event there is something louder than your heartit supersedes the asperity of your bones a wind forced through an aperture moansit sounds like a death rattle, an agonal breath this which your mind fastens uponwill always remain … Continue reading →

My darkest numbness is indelibly embodied in the soft-voiced teenaged longing brilliantly off-key and abstemious. We imbibed nothing. We believed in nothing but being straight-edge. You wrought fascinating rants on anti-fascism — bombs of resolute intelligence both — a reward … Continue reading →

The Queenie Meets Whit Frictions The Queenie declaims that feculence has nothing to do in this affair. She says: “I was bequeathed a third rate hand me down in consignment and inquisitiveness—a loan from dog. I’ve got the scrabble tiles … Continue reading →

The fallen illusion is really three collusions with a dash of disbelief in life’s recursive farrago. This is the greatest scrounger adaptation of workroom tankards — thanks to kidney chars and sharp assemblies — it’s all dark entries. A crude … Continue reading →

excessive levity markets are draftedinto stock fists on actual horseback see ya in alaska now that 90 degree daysare common + we float away on glacier melt wildfire smoke flood tornado broadapplications of anthropogenic love for ma earth physical comedy … Continue reading →