Tag Archives: Nonfiction

Buzzards on Parade (redux) The twelfth day of the month was Copperhead Monday. Serpentine was the look we were going for. Beatific upper register notes is what Maria was reaching for: Ta da la ta da la dao, was what she … 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 →

Slipstream Whiplash My knees poke up to grab oxygen — unruly blushings — stripped bushings unclad in naked abeyance to nothing. Clucking tongues. Sunday night is coming for me and I’m muddy flipping foggy. Some kind of voodoo. The slipstream … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week . . . and he looked out to where the grass was running in the wind under the cold starlight as if it were the earth itself hurtling headlong and he said softly before … Continue reading →

I stopped fugue-ing I lost my motivation when my lizard died. I stopped fugue-ing at the moon in the midday sun. I grooved in clandestine sweaters while all about me clouds of gnats figured trifecta bets on Morse code calculators. … Continue reading →