When the tramp had finished the pastries, his mien took on a less fatigued and waxy look. He looked me in the eye, nodding appreciatively. His mouth cracked open into a convivial, gap-toothed smile and I witnessed a little life enter the one open eye.Continue reading “An Excerpt from Night of the Long Goodbyes”
Tessa swam as a fish among fish, a scaled and finned body. The sound of the churning water like an echo chamber. Then she was neither fish nor infant, but unborn baby. Fetus- formed, she backstroked in the russet sea of her mother’s womb. She continued to perceive the fish beside her, around her. What are you doing in my mother? she asked the group of fish. This is my home. The slimy creatures looked at her with omniscient eyes. This is our element, not yours, they said. Then she was an infantile human again, in the shivering river, as she always had been. She was translucent now, red and blue veins like tattoos beneath her jelly flesh, deeper still was the soft chalk of her skeleton. I’m not one of you, she said. They hovered closer, as if to whisper in her ears. No, you are not. Her eyes slid like egg yolks to the side of her head, over her fragile temples. Fissures appeared at the hinges of her jaw. She thought that if she tried hard enough she could get used to this netherworld. Can I be in your family? she asked. Five of them laughed, pearly bubbles escaping from their pink mouths. Then they vanished. The water vanished. She vanished.Continue reading “Heir and Sea: An Excerpt from Sea Above, Sun Below”
One half full beverage and one pudding cup and one granny smith is due each orangey convicted babyman come down through the chow line in most prisons.Continue reading “Sad Case of Mr. Complete Beverage vs. Mrs. Cup Smith”
Mr. Belvedere brought a bottle of lotion out of his manpurse and set it between them on the table. “Shall we lotion between courses, Miss Kube?”Continue reading “Aphrodite Among Mortals”
I woke somewhere in the soft drone of a library’s ventilation. It wasn’t the same library I had rested in, putting my head on the desk. The room was shaped as a hexagon. Above, pale lights and almost-identical books in identical wall shelves, and air pushed from some subterranean generator….Continue reading “Biblioteca of Babel”
Right beside the moon of planet Aqueous Uteterux, a gray octopus-shaped ship hovers. The owner of this stadium-wide craft, Sal Malbehavior, Supreme Emperor of Crime, runs his empire of extortion, murder, and drug trafficking from that celestial location. Beneath the ship, on the planet below, the various governments, armies, and police departments comply with Sal’s will. Through a combination of logistics and an advanced arsenal of weaponry from other universes, Sal maintains his status as a powerful tyrant.Continue reading “Another Laser Razemore Adventure”
By some strange process, the continent of North America has become attached to the celestial sphere at the place where land and heavens meet. It is slowly getting detached from the crust of the Earth, like an old scab being peeled neatly from a healed wound, without any tearing at the edges.Continue reading “Amerika in the Sky (In Memoriam)”
With a wrist, and a twist, Jones set his pint down upon the table. Clearly, twas time to chime.
“We pick up Stone…” he began.
“…henge…” Montrellis intoned.Continue reading “Six Flix”
Editor’s note: the following is an excerpt from an unpublished novel titled She Sang to Them, She Sang. While reading this section, which comes from a chapter titled “Like in the Movies,” I was reminded of both Zadie Smith and David Foster Wallace, especially the latter’s eccentric scenes with therapists and his penchant for using clause-trophobia to reflect an unwell mind.Continue reading “An Excerpt from She Sang to Them, She Sang”