March 2012
1 post
kettle balls and chain
Massive amounts of nightmarish steel dripping from my arms with no conviction to shake them off. I like this inertia, the way the winters wrapped its weight around me and turned me plump. I don’t want to stretch my legs or limbs or lungs, they’ve settled in to comfy shapes. instead, the pollen irritates my skull, kicks at the roots of my teeth and runs amok in the attic, banging...
October 2011
3 posts
Excessive Corpse
I sat in a tiny basement in a public library watching an original 16mm print film of the original “Night of The Living Dead”. It was snowing and raining out, and most of us still arrived early
I then sat at a traffic light, letting it turn green twice and staying in place, so I could watch an endless parade of Johnson & Wales students parade by in Halloween costumes. Half were...
Exceptional Corpse
There were five of us that evening, five at the red, round table. It was large and lost in a sea of similar tables in a side room of the chinese restaurant. The room couldn’t help but be suspicious. The walls were a deep green that coloured the air, the sickly red table glowed with the hidden lights. The windows held back a cold blue night, and the chinese wedding in the ballroom next...
I did it for the tubby man and his dog.
Not true, actually. I did it for the legion of Halloween cats in my wake, eyes lit from starlight fueled skulls and blood-filled breath, following in my footsteps as we follow the tubby man and his dog down an autumn path into the sunset. The last arc of that sun will fall beneath the earth and we will own his ass then, yes we will, and descend upon him and his dog, a frenzy of shadow and...
