000382

“It’s the absence of anything resembling collective concern, intelligence, and rescue… that becomes the appearance of the demons of our modernity. Those demons call us back to memory, each other, and the living places. Until we answer… we shall...

000385

It Slipped My foot is in the shoe I am moving it It catches on the edge of the ladder But naturally, my wraidaria adjusts So that the injury, avoided, has been measured In my future’s favor The hand of my wraidaria rescues me And sometimes speaks As if ‘it...

000386

When I woke up this morning I found I had been transformed into a giant toad. So I snorted some fluoride and summoned a triad of UFOs. ‘My country is lethal nonsense’, I told them in toad-language. They teleported me to a cartoon place where the cars were...

000389

“I once believed that intelligence was somewhere inside me, while the phenomenon outside me was mute, but really, the phenomenon outside me was intelligent, although I was deaf to it. I believed that the phenomenon, lacking the power of speech, needed me to...

000392

No, I wasn’t after the dog’s shadow. Chasing that shitty car until the calendar screamed and wrinkled up its stained skirt. Her hand broke through the wall of my every disaster, but disappeared again, white and lost in perfect absences. Today the clouds...