At Ole Joney’s in Quemado, the men dance like puppets in their boots, calling out to us tourists, “Cowboys can do anything!” We’re introduced to Rosevich and Dietrich? the Austrians who will share the house with us for the night. They photograph the register, the barkeep, the painted skull above the pool table. Dietrich takes […]
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Josh Bell: Zombie Sunday
Gentle handed holy father, or whomever, you built us poorly, piscine, and sewed within us the same impulse, so that all I make and touch accelerates toward its inherent demise, and you will not come up with next year’s model, rumored in the advanced stages of production and advertised as ready for the show-room floor, […]
Josh Bell: Zombie Sunday (the epic version)
Gentle handed holy father, or whomever, please hum a few bars of the song I’m supposed to sing, and have forgotten, that human song which calls the dejected home from the heat of the compost heap where I spend my lonely winters as the Visiting Minister of Seeds, where the slugs roll like seals in […]
Quaresh: Revolver
dead niggas tell no tales you go on or you die — harriet i am temple threat cold steel poke she shows me weary midnight tired hope what’s on the other side must be something awful something more than the seeds in my belly
William Aleer Mabil: The Mercury
It’s quite chilly, And this occurs in a rain-foam How will Mercury live? It dares, scared on the first day. It says, “How misty, sticky, chilly, foggy.” “Yah!” it says, breathy in freezing smoke. Look, like particle pieces of grinding rain. See, so slippery. Water, melting easy in the rain-foam. Chilly, misty soap-foam. Hi! Rain, […]
William Aleer Mabil: ONE WITH HIS OWN STRENGTHENING
A troop of ants walking in a vertical line, They take a long trek from north to the direction of northwest. They cross the great desert of hunger and thirst. Their life is near the grave of death, like nose to mouth. Yeeh! Sound the metal-rod. They are scared, For the entire womb, incubated, they […]