Tag Archives: Nonfiction

Alcoholics by Appointment Tectonic plates nimbly moving between the two of us — threads separated by upsetting intertitles.  I understood wanting — the fist unfoldings like investigating what I wanted from life. A propensity for unrelated stretches of boredom respectively … Continue reading →

What are Fish Gills to Fishers of Men? At a remove, in a gesture, a part of a thingRepresenting the whole.What are ambivalences of texts?Polyvalencies in readings?What flows from this desireTo macerate the pulp of lifeInto a sodden discourse—An echolalia?The … Continue reading →

determinism2 (squared) the lifetime of a spratespecially a gourmet spratin the baltic waters off latviawhat to say?short? spry? sharp?a fishy kind of happy life?don’t askdon’t knowonce nettedhow tasty What I’m Reading: A group of migrantssewed their mouths shut at the … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week It turns out you can kill the earth,Crack it open like an egg.It turns out you can murder the sea,Poison your own childrenWithout even thinking about it. — Michael Sims / “Who Will Tell … Continue reading →

Asperity & Impermancence Excited sheep burning at the horizon line. We lord over the flame thrower, and we’re looking forward to seeing you! All wetness faraway.  A fine life lies ahead of you — so sign up for those knife … Continue reading →

A Savage Republic A negative feedback loop. Petroglyphs and door flips. Petrichor — a savage feedback loop — a savage republic. Put out the fire. Frying in its own fat. Permafrost melting. The warming leading to fire. Fire and friars … Continue reading →

WriteRightRite If you insist I write at least 100 words everyday in this space, then, here goes: if I started at one hundred and started to count down until I had written another 99 words in this space then it … Continue reading →

boyfriend ogres the moorlands… southerners and vitamins felt on the drumstickartful showers / groovy serializations / trippy visual sexesinnovative campground muckrakersshopper-bug cup finches / impulsions on villages the boyfriend ogres trippy opiates / closing serializations /including atonal flickering / experimental … Continue reading →

octagonal agonals im lost in the notionof the circular motionof your last rectangularwords What I’m Reading: Leave your coffins open.The word for wind is, in another language, the word for soul. — Carolyn Forché / “Wind”

i couldn’t get it rightuntruths undergoing a vector change my nightmares forsaken and bubonicmy pestilential inner eye palsiedmy parsley looks like paisley i am contusion-adjacent in blackthe quinces are in the tinderboxand i am ill with the human condition send … Continue reading →