Mode Melodies (A Literary Game)

Not that you really need another distraction to writing your novel or finishing that chapbook or putting together that poetry manuscript (or spamming innocents, or whatever it is my most loyal blog readers do). But I stumbled on a game. A literary game. Actually, game is kind of overselling it—it's more of a writing exercise.... Continue Reading →

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Pseudologia Fantastica / Fantastica Conficiens (Truth, Fiction, & Deceit)

I won’t lie—I am seven months behind in my National Geographic subscription. It’s not that I’m okay with letting things pile up. There’s just so much demand on my time. It’s a problem, but it only affects me. What am I to the big, wide world? Even still, I try to keep up. National Geographic... Continue Reading →

Like They Said…

"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us…we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A BOOK MUST BE THE AXE... Continue Reading →

I Seek the Bots

hashtagged, optimized, baptized by Google first page fresh meat desperate kid like like love? ok, let's not scroll too far three clicks, buzzwords, news cycling fake but not fiction fight the right causes network bridges don't burn no turning back algebra abracadabra algorithm all on the rhythm penis pills? mail-order wives? monthly income from home?... Continue Reading →

Giving It My Best Shot

The approach of the autumnal equinox seems to usher a familiar feeling. I haven't totally figured myself out yet, but fall always has some power over me. For one thing, my childhood ensconced September as “back-to-school”. That's one thing I thought I had moved away from...but this year, I have summoned it back. Of course,... Continue Reading →

Uh Yeah, Me Neither… (A Poem)

Do you take all your poems out ‘round back? Fantasize about them during teleconferences? Sketch them from memory by candlelight when the wind sounds like orgasmic gasps? Does your blood burst in your genitals when you feel the line break? Do you try to conjure their smell and end up hyperventilating? Tell me, do you... Continue Reading →

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