Monthly Archives: February 2018
To be swallowed, wordless, as the worst you always feared turns lighted proof into lasting scripture. Advertisements
How a writer, cave-timing dark and solitude, annoints an ember by crafting the small hours into a flagrant torch.
Send us postcards from your loneliest places, your fault-lines and secret rivets, send us words and we promise not to burn them, we promise that something of the ineffable will stick, as if a lasting thorn in God’s bruised paw.
Jilly, aged three, bared her teeth & bit Jack, four, hard on the arm, breaking skin & drawing blood. Stunned, Jack’s baby blues ballooned & gaped at Jilly, bright with malice & glee. Why Jilly why, Jack cried, nursing his … Continue reading
Listen to the spoken word track w/ music here. Don’t call it a Comeback— L.L. Cool J. wooing Sylvia Plath in broad daylight where they dance and get crazy theatrical doing the Lazarus (and doing it and doing it well) Sylvia … Continue reading
Listen to the spoken word track (with bass and flute) here. If your body, sungthru riddled and sticky, demanded rechristening for old time’s taste, down I’d go divebombin straight to and through the Source— a treebranch’s wellhung honeycomb totem, ridged bulb … Continue reading
One night Anya and I were hanging out in my living room. My father was in Atlantic City. My mother was dead. Had been for almost three years at that point. Anya and I had the place to … Continue reading
Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. The binge ended. It could have been longer, could have been worse. It was what it was and while there was residual shame and disquiet, there was also gratitude that I had stumbled … Continue reading
Watch the vaudeville sharks take big rending bites out of our amens! and know that our routines, tired and untrue, serve no purpose except diversions which keep tick-talking heads at a low, grave premium, false totems bereft of ceremony and … Continue reading
Our Lady of Eternal Valentines, forever bestowing tenderest mercy and heart-shaped harbor to the world’s sorrowful lot.