Tang was slumped against the edge of the sofa, his head totally engrossed in what he had going on with his tablet. Tang, man. Doc nudges him. Dude, let us in. Timbot growls in a half cough. Fuckin’ Tang been at that drawing all afternoon. I thought he was passed out when I came in,…
What.
A couple of years ago I was in my once and future home town - when I looked up and saw the large letters that had been erected upon Fort Howe. There, in blazing, white—reminding one and all the name of our city (in case we forgot) were the words AINT JOHN. I knew at that moment that this would be the title of something, perhaps my next lifetime.
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Ubiquity
I do not recall the moment when that cable tying me to the trunk was cut loose so as to set me adrift amongs the worst of run-on sentences ever conceived. All I know is that I find myself loose. A tumbling ball of crud in a constellation of similar objects. What the crispy corn…
Walking Wombded
On Mondays he often found himself desiring a return to the womb. It would become apparent as he was making his morning coffee. Always, at some interval between micro-tasks, the realization would float to the surface. The faucet ran, he with empty carafe in hand and immobile, staring out and beyond the shredded-wheat, martian landscape…
Short.
“Dad?” Question. Some concern and an edge of rising annoyance. Familiarity. “Mmm?” Emerging but not committed. Acknowledgement. Hopeful with a tang of inevitable resignation. “Dad. You weren’t listening to a word I said. Were you?” Accusation. Definite annoyance with wide latitude. Family. “Yeah yeah. Sure I was.” Feed off. Reviewing Llog. 3x speed makes everyone…
Fun with purple nonsense
Sometimes you have to let the purple monster off its leash to perpetrate some random idiocy… Listen up long and hard my crisp-bellied friends, there are enemies among us. They stalk the camps with their long, toothy jaws slack and moistened. They track your young daughters’ loping gazelle-paths through the crackling campfire towers of dusk…
Recipe: Wet Garlic Brontosaurus Ribs
Transcribed from a stone tablet found in the sub-sub-basement of a zoo monkey-house in Minto New Brunswick (known as Bedrock City in pre-historic times). I’ve substituted some of the extinct ingredients for foodstuffs that are more readily available in our current time period. Depending on when you are planning to prepare this dish, you may…
The worst poem ever
I saw a dead bird on the fence today. Part of it was missing, and part of it was black, and the tiny little flies that dotted its back looked at me and said, “Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.” -fin-
Knowing every knowable aspect of a lie does not make it a truth.
Earlier I thought of a kind of place. Not truly a physical place, but involving the physical space. Not tied to a specific spatial coordinate, an imaginary, yet agreed upon location at the intersection of two imaginary lines. No, this place can be entered into by any consciousness-bearing sentience that stumbles upon it. This is…
Did I mention this already?
Hiding in the deep country. Staying away from the other creepers, scurrying like vapid rats to the trickle of moisture in some dank public house. Their mutterings only give rise to distration and boiling rage of the hobo. He’d try desperately to stay awake. Pouring carafes of scalding coffee into his raw esophagus in the…
Required weeding.
Language pisses me off. Moreso, how language’s users/creators largely are ignorant of the importance, function and beauty of the language they are viciously mistreating. Language has been described as a kind of thought-virus (Wm. Burroughs, a mental hero of mine), the central pillar upon all knowledge, civilization and intellect is precariously balanced, and as a…