And so the reaches1 to which castaway affects aspire to niche-hood2 also reign in according to Kant.3 Of course the empire is on fire and joblessness is at an all-time low; there is no house big enough for us all and no one is trying to smash worry into beauty and tomorrow; it’s almost all. … Continue reading “2022.02”
IN REPETITION
No soul minds him as he enters Charlie’s Deli, Main St, sets his puffy winter vest down in a booth and gets to ordering. His eyes don’t meet the gaze of the waiter while he asks for the bagel, everything, cream cheese and salmon. No capers. He’s very particular about this. He sits in the … Continue reading IN REPETITION
THE EXEGESIS OF THEODORE ROSZAK
"Despite what you find in my bibliography, I am not a nonfiction writer who turned to fiction, but a novelist who got diverted into nonfiction when I could not get my novels published… All my writing has to do with the demonic element in modern science and technology…" -- Theodore Roszak, St. James Guide to … Continue reading THE EXEGESIS OF THEODORE ROSZAK
A SPECIAL PRESENTATION: WAR
WAR–the father of all things; what is it good for; the ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner; never changes. It is also the subject of the latest special presentation by APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL. This humble psyop sleaze rag celebrated its YEAR ONE anniversary on the same evening that Russia invaded Ukraine, casting a long shadow of the possibility of … Continue reading A SPECIAL PRESENTATION: WAR
“WOUNDS OF PHOSPHOR”
Wounds of phosphor, wounds ofred jam smears.Swords of golden crosses, swords ofbroken seashells.Words of wrecked teeth, words ofvelvet serpents.Gears of clocks, gears of offshorecannonade that blow holes in bodies, makes wounds of phosphor,wounds ofred jam smears. -- John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.
WOLFSANGEL
Gore covered the alley walls. Something lay hidden in shadow, just out of reach from the light of the rising sun. Rivulets of blood ran out towards the street. They stopped just short of a man’s military boots. “Back. Stay back!” Sgt. Logan stood at the mouth of the alley like a steel door. A … Continue reading WOLFSANGEL
SONGS FOR THE IRREGULARS
A Scavenger's Song I met a man who worked the plain like me,Who farmed the fruits of human ingenuity,And I tattooed him in my brain with dotted lines for cuts of meat. //We sat together, compared notes,On men who bleat and fall like goats.His head was tufted, poorly-weeded hair, hisEyes were clear and beautiful, irises … Continue reading SONGS FOR THE IRREGULARS
SEEPING EYES, TEETH OF WIRES, LIPS OF DISCORDANCE
I. I-84 and Holy War Winter in New England has always been regarded as beautifully magical despite it being quite unforgiving at times, but what people don’t tell you is that there’s actually something that we’ll just call the Connecticut Clause. This exception we’re pioneering here is for acknowledging that Connecticut has a unique existential dread permeating … Continue reading SEEPING EYES, TEETH OF WIRES, LIPS OF DISCORDANCE
“PRAYER”
Somewhere across the great plains of the world,an antelope is galloping away.He runs, and has been running for all time;and many a predator has tried its handat landing claws in that elusive hide.They seem to pass straight through and meet in prayer,the paws that clap together in his wake.Those killers are reduced to cats, brought … Continue reading “PRAYER”
“PASTORAL”
I. Bug-Out Bag It is April 2020And no one wants to do jihad anymoreThe bedrock trembles in its burial shroudYawning titans birth a plagueOur gods all seem to catch itAnd live, like oceans retching back black rain II. Shoot House, Autumn View West wind a truck on fireWrecking through these woodsBut I face itI am … Continue reading “PASTORAL”
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