Tag Archives: Fiction

Idle Class Chatter (redux) “Just carry a glass or something.” “I’ve heard the most intriguing things about you.” (light classical tune is playing) “Really?” “Will no one hold you accountable?” “Me? Never. You?” “I don’t know. But I feel like … Continue reading →

I Heard (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 … Continue reading →

unlocking the vault— where i dont upbraid myself continuously—where john currin paintings dont come to life—where id like to be in some remote place like yellowknife—but as the earth is burning there—and there remains no place to go—that isnt burning—and … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: The official theme of this poem is / The official theme of all my poems which is / You get in love and then you die! — Hera Lindsey Bird / Juvenilia

Poor Clockface Bradbury (redux) Bradbury said he didn’t need an alarm clock. I saw the phrase in passing without its context, so I’m left with this vision of a man machine with a clock face for a visage. A veritable … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I don’t think I have much time left, so I’m going to say what I want to say. Even if nobody’s listening, it won’t bother me any. I just want to say what comes … Continue reading →

Siri Activates, Records & Mishears And they say: OK, I call Panini.  I got potatoes.  I got some blueberries.  I got some popcorn and chips and a little dessert type thing. I would’ve gotten it the day that I came … Continue reading →

susurrus squeezestealsit What I’m Reading: even the most difficult pathis a beginning — Charles Bernstein / “Clouds After Rain”