When is the wedding? slurs the homeless man, you make such a beautiful couple. His comrades merry in […]
Category Archive: Experimental prose and Poetry
The key is to have a religion then lose it then find a new one. To become a master of something. Kung fu, say, or fucking. To look at all times as if one is flexing all the muscles especially the ones in the center of everything.
Why am I Celeste? Why am I, Celeste? Who is the this? What invokes the this that is this, […]
We have read and understood this essay. We have taken away the fundamentals of the lesson: we should use language to better ourselves. We have elected to take this one step further, for the betterment of ourselves. We are concerned with building a stronger and more resilient society that will withstand the blows of false or flaccid language. We will do this by using language as our exercise room.
In the parentheses of Elizabeth Bishop’s Geography III I’d time enough To play with names So big they […]
Screen Play Start with an apartment, just like any apartment. A chair that’s not for sitting. A settee […]
It was the man with the telescopic vision from the penthouse who gave me a dozen fresh donuts […]
