January 2012
11 posts
Split Tongue
The root waggled in the back of her throat,
‘these unknown murderers can’t reach us from here’,
and too ashamed to have a third to talk about her
I must.
Kissing first after administrated medication,
left the cubicle giggling into my chest, top button undone,
and looking back I’m afraid of what I offered.
I took her home.
I can’t.
Wagnerian device laughs at me with quiet gods
and extends the...
A Statement About Genre- Quick Fictions preview
The palimpsestual markings of a shrew scattered on your plump paunch. A rat tweaks a lash at the edge, half-remembered biological word for disease of the eye follicle, and your vision centred solely on the central fold you wish for some expansion. What to achieve? Rodents are hungry, just like the rest of you good upstanding folks, you upstand for the elderly, to the pavement and crunching snails...
A Tiny Tale of Tacit Trauma
A woman trapped between two apartment blocks stifles a bleat as a man in an old red chapeau dances quietly towards her. Clicks his heels, flicks his hips. You’re still in Boston. A smile like a cat’s tail plays beneath a nose solid as iron. A glint of white; not a tooth but a pill. He stands tall before her cowered frame, curled up as an insect would if it were already dead, and you ask where? He...
Glide
Swelter- I’ll drive along star
There’s a hole in your head
in the floor
and the excrement of the city
is dancing is awake on my forehead
drip
harder
I can’t
you won’t-
there’s no-
sharp edge-
Cycles of plastic in the apocalypse daydream
of national debt.
And the third time I muster to find the river
prick it prick me
prick
so slow heavy deep
I can’t wait for you.
Fight to own the struggle
I...
