Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
News Flash, Stephen Foster:
Grampa's forever a pirate, and Stephin Merritt
could be the Gordon Lish of modern music if
could be the Gordon Lish of modern music if
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Bobbing for apples
Last Friday's blackout ordered:
Partial List of People to Bleach, by Gary Lutz
Scary, No Scary, by Zachary Schomburg
The Collected Stories, by Amy Hempel
All arrived today. A gift not remembered to myself.
Better than raspberry chocolate-chip in a chocolate coconut waffle cone.
Partial List of People to Bleach, by Gary Lutz
Scary, No Scary, by Zachary Schomburg
The Collected Stories, by Amy Hempel
All arrived today. A gift not remembered to myself.
Better than raspberry chocolate-chip in a chocolate coconut waffle cone.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Pinprick, deer tick, Blueberry Lake
Reading I Is To Vorticism is like opening the door and finding a dozen seal pups limned in foxfire. "I'm Ben Mirov," they belch, before melting into snakes, then scarves, then little phosphorescent puddles. The puddles hiccup into crows, burst into night. A girl appears with horsemint, currants, and a garibaldi in a mason jar. "Drink," she says. You do. Night crumbles down to crows, and the crows collapse into puddles. In your right hand is an eyeball. In your left hand is a snowstorm. The eyeball is staring at you. "I'm Ben Mirov," it barks.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Hark! All Ye Young Malingerers!
D'ya know about slingshot litareview? Cast your hooded gaze East, my dears, into the briny daggers of the awful sun! For barracudas will bury thy spleen beneath the gourd, and slurp thy carp for supper.
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