Tag Archives: Quotes

Stabbing A dream. A nightmare furls in twilight. And plunges the night into stabbing. Stabbing. A post-modern city in twilight. A shambles of yesterday. Stabbing. A slick ruination. Dark pincers of light. Stabbing. Gangs of insanity run through the night. … Continue reading →

The Stall Dwellers A remarkable, if sadly overlooked, fellow (himself a Hustle Job) planking his own thoroughfares to eternity. An equally troubled magpie (beautifully played by the ghost of Mrs. Noir) flops into seclusion for a jest muzzle — a … Continue reading →

A Grand Idea (redux) Well, it didn’t snow on Christmas, and certainly not in Maria’s home town by the sea. Oh, the places she could roam! Now, the only thing Maria wanted for Christmas was a plague doctor’s mask—with a … Continue reading →

Smell of Tar I’m curious. How did you get here? According to my records you have a Pontiac station wagon with exterior wood panels on the doors, and yet you say God is in your kitchen filching the gas and … Continue reading →

The Apotheosis of the Crab What if what I wanted to write what didn’t need to be written? What is this strange atmosphere that has settled over me? One of my holy ghosts has scrammed for a patch of stratocumulus, … Continue reading →

Jingle This is what I see as I screech this joyride. I take a photo because I prefer Icelandic volcanic fissures to insurrectionist presidents or atmospheric rivers with their attendant storm water floods. I’ve copy and pasted manifold eons there … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Who could be excited for the apocalypse? — Emma Pattee / Tilt  Why do I care so much if time and space disappear when the world has come undone? Will there be borders and … Continue reading →

Rant-a Claus (redux) Gustatory. Gestation. Genuflection. Generative. Gainsay. Can you guess, which, if any, of the terms above doubles as a po’ boy, a grinder, and a nuclear submarine? If you answered: “Birds on ice,” you win nothing but my heart. … Continue reading →

What Is Coming Magpie thoughts:Thunder asunder —Divides the heart. Polly squawking.I have witnessed this before.It sounds absurd. A crow Laocoön —Warn me not —Don’t wish to know what this way comes. Sparrow filchA higher logic.Flits away at looming dark. What … Continue reading →

From The Managment Office (redux) Dear Residents, Due to recent kitchen sink backups, this is a gentle reminder of what cannot go down the garbage disposal: Thank you for your cooperation and please contact the Management Office with ointment for … Continue reading →