Tag Archives: Microfiction

13 Ways of Looking at a Jabberwockbird (redux) 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 … Continue reading →

unlocking the vault— (redux) 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 … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Nobody knows what’s going on. We are thrown across our lives by winds that started blowing millions of years ago. — Miranda July / All Fours  Yet amid this atmosphere of nationalist triumph, Remnick … Continue reading →

Breaktime (redux) Time off from his seedling firebomb.A ferment.A long liquidizer, he calls it. He’s the provostof powerful concussives. Cursive clashsend-off specialist for hire. Spontaneous handicrafter and score-keeper.Author of sharps embedded in walls. The outsider poet of archangeldynamic plosives. Send … Continue reading →

we bl— (redux) we bleedwith alarming frequency we blisterunder the heat dome we bleatlike so many sheep we blunder+ blandish our lives away we bloatlike the corpses we’ll soon be we blendwell with the earth What I’m Reading: Trump abducts thousands … Continue reading →

Survival Cokes Trading hacks and bites for color coordination and fresh breath for the usual boxy attic ratio or the wide factory of the scape tuck, Survival Cokes was not merely a formal development for its discreetness, but a leap … Continue reading →

WHO WILL BE DISAPPEARED NEXT? An analysis by the Deportation Data Project, which is based at the University of California, Berkley, found that immigration arrests in Massachusetts have so far risen by 336% from the previous year. This means 2,230 … Continue reading →

Jump-Cut Check-Ins Check me out—Check me in… In the montage I ascend from the dashboard—depart on the window dressed of spaniels—and like the nude descending the staircase I’m aggrieved. For I know not where the primordial matter in the skin … Continue reading →

/ + (soy yo autoretrato) [redux] I am the day’s encryption /I am nylon whir on fetid skronk /I am must + disequilibrium /I am growth opportunity /I am terror in the grass /I am green bastion in silence /I am … Continue reading →