Tag Archives: Fiction

rhyme schemes rhizome

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

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cracked a book

Wormy Apple (haiku) I once cracked a bookOpen to dayglo nightmares—A wormy apple. What I’m Reading: “Stories don’t care how we tell them. Stories take any shape they want. Not all stories happen with a beginning, a middle, and an … Continue reading

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the circular motion

octagonal agonals lost in the notionof the circular motionof your last rectagularwords What I’m Reading: “People piss me offspecifically and species-wise.” — Maureen N. McLean / “Come Again / Woods”

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hot wattle thing

13 Ways of Looking at a Jabberwockbird 1A hot wattle thing of the new wave—a heel trestle tactician of new sex. 2A treble tabernacle template … condolences! 3Heathen tree table temple—tinplated condom. 4The hot new textile and treetop heating tableau … Continue reading

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whirlpool vision aflame

You Cannot Be Anything If You Want To Be Everything (redux) In her dream she was at a garish fairground carnival under a cloudless dayglo blue sky. She was separated from her parents. She panicked. She was lost in this … Continue reading

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can’t step foot

After the Accident Haiku Cracked, I still can’t stepfoot into that—I didn’twant to drink water. What I’m Reading: “Sometimes the people in the streetlaugh and turn into sheet musictorn from the sky and left to flutter down” — Ron Padgett … Continue reading

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please call me

Apologia Sine Qua Pfft! (2016 Found Email in Trash Folder) Dear Chunky, What in the hell has happened to the Dictionary.com word of the day email. Why is it suddenly festooned with all these “Jail Hillary” ads and links to … Continue reading

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no nazi homophobes

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “… noncooperation with evil is just as much a moral duty as is cooperation with good.” — Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. / Stride Toward Freedom “Our modern capitalist economy was born thanks … Continue reading

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viral blood moon

caught-taut & lenticular lodged in the hippocampusmired in the slipstreamof an articulated faith dashed caught-taut & lenticularin the shadow of nightmarea gesture—superheated handson the throat a child listless in mid-aira vise foreshadowingthe pine boxlowered underground beneath a viral-blood moonnight claws … Continue reading

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okay and then

Dust Up at the Ponies So she’s says to him, “when I was younger and finally got a prescription for Prozac and Lithium I thought my life was finally pivoting.” He was nonplussed. He’d been talking about the horses and … Continue reading

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