January 2011
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April 2010
1 post
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The Sturgeon
Sturgeon
“YOU LOOK GOOD!” This horrible queen named Shane yelled at me from the cabin hatch of the boat. There was no reason for the volume but maybe it was the only way he could hear himself above the ever-present white noise of his internal scream. He always screamed.
There were five of us on Jim’s sailboat and I was sitting at the stern, soaking the fungus-infected toes of my left...
September 2009
1 post
April 2009
2 posts
Bike Harvesting
My friend Sue and I harvested 127 bicycles from an old man’s sheds and garage. He’d been collecting them for decades and apparently decided to retire this hobby/obsession. There were a few mountain bikes nad BMX’s but most were at least 25 years or older, cruisers, sting rays and triangle frames. Lot’s of parts too, forks, handlebars, fenders, chainguards and seats. It was fun digging...
March 2009
3 posts
bai ling tribute poems
#1
skankasian
at birth
no hong kong garden
for this rare.
lotus blossum
or apple
not cherry
well maybe but.
rotted and reborn
shedding
the reptile skin
emerging.
as pure light
she embraces all
including
the bad traffic.
on sunset blvd.
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#2
before
the signal reaches
her blackberry
it moves across.
her pudendum which
ejaculates
a snail
alone and...
Bible Campers
I was sitting in front of the gallery. The air was hot. A woman on a Segway sped by and I mentally called her a lazy bitch.
I could’ve crossed the parkway and jumped in the bay to cool off, but I try not to do that. The bay is gross. Jet-ski oil scum floats over water filled with invasive foreign creatures like Zebra Mussels and Alewives. These creatures come into Lake Michigan to breed...
February 2009
2 posts
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Roxie drops by
Rain was hitting hard and loud .If I didn’t do something, the place was gonna be invaded by non-customers seeking shelter, not art. So I went around locking doors, and then, just in case anyone had snuck in without my awareness, I also did a quick tour of the entire building, gallery, bathrooms, and office. Lastly I open the door to the old walk-in safe. Inside I found what appeared to be a...
January 2009
2 posts
The Hillbilly Story
I was coming down from a week-long alcohol binge at a cabin I was living in down at the beach. I’d gone through this before, and after three days of not using I thought I was pretty much over the hump; no more vomiting, shaking, cold spells, flop sweats or hot flashes. My equilibrium seemed to be restored and I could make it to the refrigerator and back without falling over. I’d taken...
December 2008
8 posts
coloring sue
I unlocked the bedroom door and entered the hall. I’d been drunk the previous night but not blackout drunk. I’d had to lock the door after the stripper had tried to mount my face. I had maneuvered her into the hall and locked her out. I didn’t want to wake up to an encore of that particular unpleasantness. She wasn’t ugly or anything and in fact a lot of fun. She’d strip anytime anywhere. Get the...
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Chicken intervention
At her thinnest Trish grew a pelt of fur that covered her body. That’s not really true the hair was light and fine but still gross, and she had to shave her arms. Trish was a twin and both her and her sister got hystericalectomys at a young age. I really think they were uncomfortable with their femaleness and so tried to have it cut out. Her sister was skinny too.
Trish may not have eaten...
Budnick
“I think it draws from the universal subconscious,” Proclaims an annoying female voice, “Our shared horror as it were.” I look around and see some folks have slipped into the gallery without my awareness. “No smoking,” I inform them although I see no sign of it, or any intent, “And don’t touch anything please.” I look to Frank so he can see my smirk but he’s already slipped into the back room,...
November 2008
6 posts
moon makes Mac
Moon stirred the pot and stared at the naked noodles stupefied. How was she supposed to make mac and cheese if the cheese packet was missing? She sniffed around in the fridge and came across an opened package of rancid cream cheese. She nuked the cheese for a minute while she drained the noodles into a plastic bowl. She took a can of Crisco out of the fridge and dropped a couple of fingers of it...
Fastenating
We believe that art is a mission demanding complete fanaticism. * It is our duty as Defastenists to excavate fully our fetishes, obsessions and desires through material forms of cultural production. * We oppose aesthetic dematerialization and are dedicated to the art object, the obsessive generation of which manifests itself in all aspects of Defastenist activity. * Our meticulous process of...
October 2008
13 posts
dive
arrgghh
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Happy October
. I don’t remember what all was in there but I poured a good bit of everything into a Tupper-Ware container. My friend Bob and I went over to the cemetery to down it. There was a big tombstone in the shape of and over-stuffed easy chair that we hung out on and that’s where we got drunk, and passed out, or I did anyway. I woke up at the base of the cement chair, my head hurt and puke trailed...
Kate interview
didn’t really edit this much just the part where Kate says she hates fat people.
Guttertest- So what’s up Kate?
Lofivinyl- I am sucking on a green apple Jolly Rancher and coding Seattle city light bills for work. I never know what to say when people ask what’s up. The stock market is up*. I think I could tell you more about what is down than what is up.
· *She isn’t stupid it had just gone up...
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More porn poems
her pendulous pudendum
dragged in the dirt
leaving a snail-trail
of hard won
hard-ons
cheerleader splits
and chocolate mesc.
__________________________
crusted and purple
was her first sugar-pop
a black uncle/aunt
had served it up
with waffles
before church.
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her sad plight
alone in a motel room
the...
Porn odes
deep in the night at times my vagina/butthole bleeds for my poor sad sisters in porn, oh what gleeming golden light they once held in their chidhood eyes, only to be replaced in later years (15, 16…), by the cold dead stare of the violently exploited and sexercised, will that glow, that beam that golden orb ever return as the dream it once was, or shall it lay lodged and decaying in your...
Roxie drops a bomb
Rain was hitting hard and loud against the walls and windows of the gallery. I knew if I didn’t do something, the place was gonna be invaded by non-customers seeking shelter, not art. So I went around locking doors, and then, just in case anyone had snuck in without my awareness, I also did a quick tour of the entire building, gallery, bathrooms, and office. Lastly I open the door to the...
