Tag Archives: Fiction

At The Distraction Attraction (redux) The carny barks: Come  inside and see gnats and gadflies swarming about the heads of philosophers! Come, you, now! Come and see annoyance and obstructions to happiness! Come inside and watch a man tear down … Continue reading →

Letter Never Sent I was gas huffing one afternoon, by the train tracks near the smelter, trying to shotgun iso nitrite through my paint gun and boom — whoosh! — it hit me. It was a wrap, and on came … Continue reading →

Short Entitled Fuse (redux) … and in another precinct someone latches on to the idea of redemption — but in this rainy neighborhood, and specifically in this newly repointed brick building, a man (we’ll never learn his name) has confessed … Continue reading →

Parsnip with Pomegranate Tendencies Use this taro chip as your viaticum, the priest says. Where am I? In a priest driven ambulance, he says. Good luck, the one in the passenger seat says. What are you going to do about … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week We are all afraid. It’s quite a statement. But we are in a time and a place where I certainly have not been here before. I’ll tell you, I’m oftentimes very anxious myself about … Continue reading →

We Become the Planet We Kill I get to bake the cellophane cake. You: insouciant acolyte of peregrinations plus, and you ameliorate my angst. You’ll find me a way to progress as a pilgrim that isn’t full of that old … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: Moving on, as a concept, is for stupid people, because any sensible person knows grief is a long-term project. I refuse to rush. The pain that is thrust upon us let no man slow or speed or … Continue reading →