SPORES

Though I cannot be sure of the events that shall transpire after I complete this account, I believe it is prudent to detail the happenings experienced firsthand in the last few days. It shall no doubt appear to be a fantastic tale, but should the horror pervading this small, sleepy town of Bridgeway continue, I … Continue reading SPORES

“THE NIGHT OF THE STATIONS” – “THE CHLORINATED DISTRICT” – “THE MARQUIS OF EXTENDED GRACE”

The Night Of The Stations To arrive in another city of torn politicAnd to use a red light against the rising buildingsAs an ethereal crimson flag. To arrange another dateAnd to dread the use of my poor spanish. ReggaetonBecometh public address echo, the rhythm a languageAnd the beacon on the mountaintop is a young starAbove … Continue reading “THE NIGHT OF THE STATIONS” – “THE CHLORINATED DISTRICT” – “THE MARQUIS OF EXTENDED GRACE”

THAT BIG BURGER BITCH

I was always looking for a quick way into the easy writer’s life. A romantic set-up, where I could write in the morning and spend the remainder of the day driving around, but I feared the fate of the homeless men with facial tattoos who ran up and down Sunset between La Brea and Laurel: … Continue reading THAT BIG BURGER BITCH

THE WIND

The wind picks up. Most of the time the clouds and heaven are clear of debris, but this time not as much. So, God is blinking his eyes because something has gotten in one of them and now he’s seeing four or five versions of anything he looks at, like when you get really close … Continue reading THE WIND

MODERNISM SPLITS AND KEEPS SPLITTING

AGE OF MANIFESTOS 1920s – Antonin Artaud, erratic, mumbling, joins Georges Bataille at a café. BATAILLE: Are you not the great poet and actor Artaud? I believe we met once in the company of that fool Breton, who spurned art for common ideology, like a dog that has licked itself infertile. ARTAUD: There are no … Continue reading MODERNISM SPLITS AND KEEPS SPLITTING

TWO SONNETS FOR SUSANNE K. LANGER AND JOHN COLTRANE

1.The scalpel of the tongue. A drill. A pen.Equation in the eye. Commanding formdemands a limit (What and how and whenand where?), a quickening thorn. Rise up, performthese acrobatics of the germ, expandthem upwards, outwards—leap from bass to lightin faceless intervals. (O, stay thy hand,destroying I. Thou ribosome!) A sight-read score, a figured base, a … Continue reading TWO SONNETS FOR SUSANNE K. LANGER AND JOHN COLTRANE

MENTAL INDIGESTION

A Review of Vitiators by Elytron Frass and Charles N., via Expat Press If the brain is, as some claim, a digestive rather than cognitive organ, it follows that it can be afflicted by the same maladies; nausea, heartburn, and, indeed, indigestion. In light of recent studies linking the gut’s microbiome to autism and other … Continue reading MENTAL INDIGESTION

“THE SUBLIME AT KHAO LAK, 12/26/2004”

1. On a shimmering beach in Thailand a man was leading a placid elephant back and forth to entertain German tourists when the sudden tsunami swamped the coastline on Boxing Day. The elephant’s natural instinct to flee the oncoming water saved the life of a terrified young girl who had been riding on his back, … Continue reading “THE SUBLIME AT KHAO LAK, 12/26/2004”

A SUPER POSITION

“Ah!” I yell as a sharp pinch on the back of my left-hand yanks me out of my daydream and causes my arm to involuntarily shake. A small black critter runs between a crack in the skirting board. Fuck a dog in the arse. My worst fear has just happened; I have been bitten by … Continue reading A SUPER POSITION

PIE MINISTER; OR, SOUL AND FLESH IS ALL I HAVE

You lie there in bed, sick, weak, aching, foul, wet, damp, greasy, slimy, reddened, gross, itchy (but there’s no energy to scratch it), exhausted from doing less than nothing, the virus vibrating through your body like a cheap and tacky marital aid, the room grim and gray and cold, so cold, the dim light poking … Continue reading PIE MINISTER; OR, SOUL AND FLESH IS ALL I HAVE