Henry Miller’s “Tropic of Cancer”

Henry Miller’s “Tropic of Cancer” contains everything Hemingway left out of “The Sun Also Rises,” which had left Ernest with the tincture of  a refined sentiment. That is one difference between the Jazz Age and the Great Depression. Turned out, we didn’t always have Paris; most of us never had it. From page 1 of…

Seven Days in May Not; or, A New Lord’s Prayer

Our Potus who hides us from sea to lake crisis hollow is your name. Thy Kingdom rots from east evidence storms to trans west fires. Feed us our daily diversions. Forgive us our not tots as we forgive those who abandon us. And lead us not into fees and tolls, but deliver us our lowly…

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is it? is it? is it? what time is it? the cricket asks the night notes call a view of space with ornamental lights near like the cat hiss skin rips claws a violet sky saturates maroon the cauliflower cumulus moon this squall passes as does this darkness the outdoor words drift over the river…

Alma Lolloon: 5th Installment of Work in Progress – Epigraphs

The novel “Alma Lolloon” opens with two epigraphs, both of which serve the ordinary purpose of the epigraph but are also part of the fiction being created. In each, the original is given, followed by an “interpretive translation” by the narrator of “Alma Lolloon,” who is Alma Lolloon: Experience, though noon auctoritee Were in this…

Plein-air on Mt Tabor

Late summer in the Northwest finished hot and dry, smoke and ash drifting from the wildfires drizzling down onto our outdoor evening tête-à-têtes in the city. The Gorge fire was the closest to us. Ash blew with the east winds and if windows were left open you awoke with ash on the sills and furniture…

The Flags of Our Dispositions

Some talk again about the end of this world but yr rapture might not be his rapture & maybe he’ll be happy as hops to see you go. Kneel, stand, or dodge the show weekend TV questions for the status quo diversion plays reductio ad absurdum the flags of our dispositions. More disposed to please…

Starting with No

Starting out at nine in search of yes watches synched to 21:00 another night problem to hug and home by one. Starting out at no thing was ever what it seemed to be the toilet by the back gate not plant pot nor art. Starting out ending up in the same place it might have been…