In the cellar of the stunted tree met those two yet without names, the beast which changes form and the entity without form. They descended into the cellar from different doors and met there beside a channel of water. The beast took the form of a calico cat—orange, black and white—if only to provide some … Continue reading The Duchess and the Pen
Beneath the mind of the host (in a dark forest far from the house of the host) dwells a room that lies subterranean, just beneath the forest floor. In its center, growing from a platform: an old tree, thick around and squat. It appears as a dwarf tree in this room but corresponds to another … Continue reading The Cellar of the Stunted Tree
The diver stood where the bed had been, and so the Duchess demanded, where would she rest her head in the house of the host? “Here,” spoke a man with dark spectacles. “Here, on this side of the white curtains,” he tapped his hand to the hardwood floor, beside where he sat. “Here, make this … Continue reading The Blind Poet
The Duchess drew back the white curtains to reveal a sopping wet diver in a rubber suit, surrounded by a baker’s dozen white rabbits. “And what have you been doing?” demanded the Duchess of the diver. “Announce yourself, and we will know you as the Diver, with a capital D!” But the diver shook his … Continue reading The Duchess and the Diver
The Duchess fussed with white curtains and spoke aloud so no one would hear: “Speak not of eyes because everyone knows eyes are everything, and to speak about what everyone knows means nothing to no one.” I must take down the curtains, she thought. No, first I must shred the curtains. No, first burn the … Continue reading The Duchess
“What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what is lovable in man is that he is an over-going and a going under.” – Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (1885)
Not skin, skin so thin, where begins silky skin, within. See fat, seal fate, see in seal skin. Steal wealthy; without weight, can in stealth. Fore to see, in the sea, see more. But with more than that; raw, cold, on the surface, less.
I’m pleased to announce that my first chapbook, a collection of seven poems and one short story titled Volette I: Seven Saints & a Cigarette Butt, is now available for purchase. Local Portlanders can pickup a copy at Reading Frenzy for only $5! For those of you who live outside the Portland area, Seven Saints … Continue reading Seven Saints & a Cigarette Butt