Tag Archives: Quotes

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 →

this memory hole into youinto the darknessinto this memory holewhere is your year in reviewthe vestige of the atom loosedthen fretting a sense of alienationannihilation abomination abnegationand ferreting the soundtrack of childhoodstanding waiting for the avalanche of crueltylost my copy … Continue reading →

Proper Dream Categories I felt a crack in my spirit and all the heat seeped out Your lower case specialness sorted it into the proper dream categories I crashed my way out of sleep and ate breakfast earlier than usual … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week This terrorizing and demonizing pretends to be in service of recreating a white America that never existed. The US when white supremacists like Trump were young was whiter, but this was never a white … Continue reading →

Ether Leftist scruff —a stranger —two recently-arrived spidersdelivered beforea communist icon.The craquelure profound. Small audiences are a bore. Ether revisits ruefulness,a trick or two up its cleave. What is that terrible whining noise?What is that warpaint tripe? Pull the jib … Continue reading →

palliatives I. struggling to make payment • make equipment • make sense • make cents • eat wire • raise a cavil • return library books • go to my silent place • but rarely do i crocodile these topics … Continue reading →

Reductive Redux I heard a Colombian river was full of cocaine hippos.I heard we’ve passed 7 of the 9 thresholds that make earth habitable for human life.I heard hard times are coming.I heard we can lose ourselves in augmented reality … Continue reading →

A Methodology I. You know me. She knows me. And both of you know I’m incapable of washing the mangoes just for the sake of it. So let’s not play nuclear family melodrama tropes — there will be no keyboard … Continue reading →

Count the year’s conquests Dearest X, December rush, eh?Rebarbative bedfellows, yes?Assuage the babblative, no? You’ve got another December rush going and no guardian of the journal yet—you… you… you see… you see men hovering outside your window 15 & 1/2 … Continue reading →