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Tag Archives: Fiction
with the timpanist
Entheogens and Tongues Jonquil at the sidebar saw them dromedary away. His rove faction was enigmatic as a godson’s, his clear obscene eye-openers showed no envy. The holyspirit left before the prologue. “You are good, you are,” he trills in … Continue reading
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her fink hairpiece
Soldering in Public Digression The other woodcutter was kinsman but indurated. Joe! his faction! is he sidecar?” The faction was gray and slack as dirty snowmen taking his armhole. “Thanks, buffer,” said the third mandible, in a private’s university, whose … Continue reading
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Tagged Blackout Poetry, Chance Operations, Collage, Creative Writing, Cut-Up Writing, Dada, Dream Notation, Erasure, Erasure Poetry, Experimental something, Experimental writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Hybrid writing, Microfiction, Paranoiac-Critical, Photography, Post-Apocalypse, Prose Poetry, Writing
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glug glug glug
Quandaries of the Dog Star There were calumnies to dispense with, and cathesix to undertake. She was delirious and desirous of delectations. The obdurate hitman was hitting the hair of the dog bequeathed to Sirius. My canines were shredding my … Continue reading
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the upcoming struggle
01/01/2022 Awake in a daze. So much to look forward to at once, then you must deconstruct it into 365 pieces and concern yourself with just this one here. It’s usually colder than most other days. Earnestness is often overdone, … Continue reading
please call often
Press the play button above to watch my short film “it’s my birthday, too, yeah!” (1:10) Fugu-Flaker The days whir and zone by—fast as light—light / dark, light / dark, light / dark (so mournfully dark), light/ dark, light … … Continue reading
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Tagged Blackout Poetry, Chance Operations, Collage, Creative Writing, Crows, Cut-Up Writing, Dada, Dream Notation, Erasure Poetry, Experimental film, Experimental something, Experimental video, Experimental writing, Fiction, Hybrid writing, Microfiction, Paranoiac-Critical, Poetry, Post-Apocalypse, Prose Poetry, Random Sights with Signs, Writing
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fate was fatal
Press the play button above to watch my short film: doppelgänger (2:24). Our Minute I am the keeper of the Doomsday Clock. I know what will happen to us. I know how the world ends, but I don’t tell you. … Continue reading
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nothing in between
Once Blue I was once blueIn my black converse IsolateInchoateAnd nothing in between “So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can … Continue reading
in my neighborhood
You wear your indecision well. Your coterie of suitors vexed— Working out your complex geometry. Your heart a cipher— Hermetic / unbreakable. “I want to be free to try things that don’t make sense yet. I put materials together that … Continue reading
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in my neighborhood
A hiss marked the moment Of the dissolution within Blanched images of featureless heads We breathed / we clawed / we panted From the depths of unsung parametersFrom the blue strictures of freedom As we lost face Mouth / eyes … Continue reading
she was desirous
Clodomira’s Writing Block She wanted to stab her writing hand, instead she focused on the portrait of Fidel Castro on the wall. She was long accustomed to falling into a meditative state by staring at Fidel’s philtrum. It was oddly … Continue reading
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