Isle of Dogs Part 2
this is from Part 2 of Isle of Dogs. forthcoming And then there was the library and Baby Sips’ languid lessons, question-and-answer sessions seated on harem cushions in the stacks, an old history book...
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The Dreamasleep in the rainby her sideon the ruined deskwords defythe day dies straightinto shuttersthe dream dares to beis wrappedand warped by silentpremonitions
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the jones men
The Jones Men, by Vern E Smith, is hands down one of the best crime novels I’ve ever read. Relentless and bloody, with minimalistic prose, it is a simple story about a Detroit drug war in the early...
View ArticleTo The Dust: Vesuvius and Groomstool discuss their Lord and Lady
“What can I do for you today, Lord?” Vesuvius asked. “Tea?”Groomstool sighed as he took his seat. No way was he going to drink Vesuvius’ tea, usually a micro dose of LSD. “No tea. I have much to do.”...
View ArticleTHE BLUEST DAY
The Bluest Day There’s a glass of milk on the floorof iron plating soon to be spilled,arms and legs of a chair in waiting.I watch the news with half an eyethe other wondering at the window,will the...
View ArticleTo The Dust excerpt
The Admiral stood hunched over the surgery counter, staring sadly at Phaedra’s placenta. She knew she had to preserve it intact and was resisting an urge to eat it raw. It was a gnawing hunger...
View ArticleISLE OF DOGS PART THREE
CHAPTER 24 OF ISLE OF DOGS: ExilesDear Sargon,I write to you from a small neglected window seatin Castelul Banffy where I now live. It might as well beMars, it is so far from New York and you. Getting...
View Articleat home with her stuff — for my mother
at home with her stuff — for my mother 1. the sunlies shattered on ice rain peels the paintwind strips the clapboard clean intoxicated antsmill over roadkill deerravens divide who feeds on the ants...
View Articleexcerpt: Isle of Dogs Part Four
The flowers in the marble foyer were fresh, justpicked, and arranged in a large black vase on arosewood table in front of a twenty-third-centuryCzech mirror. Albion fussed with thearrangement—wiped...
View ArticleMETAPHYSICS
Metaphysics Reality is a nasty habit. It keeps on getting worse.Time is an addiction.A cradle and a hearse.All things moving forwardfrom Pandora’s boxto Queen Anne’s purse.It is like a dream in...
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