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
Book Review: Winkie by Clifford Chase (Grove Press). I have about as much patience for silliness as I do for writing commentary. That is to say, I rarely indulge, and if I do, it had better be good. So when my mum told me I needed to read a book about a teddy bear who wills … Continue reading More human than human?
Book Review: Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi by Geoff Dyer (Pantheon). Traveling to Venice for the Biennale, journalist Jeff Atman feels as bound to write a story about contemporary art as the author is determined to tell us a story about Jeff Atman. Art expositions, acute observations, bellini-swigging festivities, and the fineries of drunken and high-on-cocaine … Continue reading Flowing through art and death