What are you doing on Christmas Day? Avoiding Christmas, yes, that’s the right answer. But, while it’s unusual of me to suggest a different approach, this year I recommend that you embrace the Yuletide festivities in a small way by waking up on Christmas morning and — after you’ve paused to mournfully wonder why you’re […]
Checking the answer machine I find I’m ruled by atomic curiosity Taste permafrost on my upper lip Here you are with your legs bent Knees crooked to your face Embracing your thighs Blood spots taint the fridge white Letters come with red-marked irrelevance Quiet for learning how purple life grows A screen of darkened street wash down […]
Just a note. In case anyone’s reading either this or that. If you ever visited or contributed to Writers’ Bloc, the site for writing about writing for the sake of writing about writing in the form of writing and then writing some more about writing, you may be vaguely interested to know that at some […]
So words sit under my skin, making me itch and scratch, making me shake and puke like some kind of recovering addict. A junkie who now prefers one substance to another. Sweats and shits and sickness and soreness. The words, they want to stay there because it’s warm. I want them to stay there because […]
Reboot me.
Crash me.
Flash me.
Script me.
Click me.
Search me.
Darby Larson’s ABJECTIVE marks the 100th piece on the site with an uncharacteristically brief contribution from yours truly: Lost Property. It’s both the most and least sense I’ve made in quite some time.
We should grow beards, take up axes and dulled knives, then stab the tawdry natives in their skinny, bone-stacked backs. Don’t look the fuckers in their faces. Don’t meet their gaze. Skin them alive and we can make fires and coats and leather boots. We can stay warm until February, if we’re lucky. Okay, okay, you […]
You need to be a self-publicist to get noticed on the web. It was ever thus, but as the noise increases I have discovered that you need to shout even louder. Unfortunately, I am a lousy self-publicist — and getting worse all the time thanks to levels of self-confidence that now reside in the basement […]
I have achieved the rare distinction of becoming a stereotype, of indulging in behaviour so tediously hackneyed that no one would dare to write it into a piece of fiction because they would be accused of dealing in the worst kind of dramatic cliché. Because tonight, I sat and stared at a blank white screen for […]
I’ll stifle your. I’ll embroider your. I’ll stab your. I’ll take your. These aren’t, this isn’t, you aren’t a curious mind. I’m against this argument and I don’t have its reins anymore. I’m against this wall and I can’t feel my back anymore. You say brickwork, I say stone. You say window, I say cellar. […]