Conversations with a Wasteland.
Tomorrow: is hostile. The cacti are evolving. What was once matte rubber is now charred flesh. Their long spines bend and twist into painful shapes: fingers sprouting like pin cushions. The last coyotes circle and salivate, but, like me, are too afraid to attack. For hours I watch. The hasty sketches never [...]
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Dear Diary,
Today I am going to sell a washing machine.
Felix
Felix Sherman has never sold a washing machine. He is a tiny man, not a dwarf, but awkwardly tiny. He makes the women uncomfortable.
“This model is a doozie!” said Felix, to a new woman. She wandered her eyes and tightened her fists.
“I think I’ll come [...]
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Sunday, November 22, 2009
My mother and her boyfriend had worse luck than I did. They had ripped up the envelopes containing the prophetic numbers without so much as a glance. The government and its socialist agenda was not going to tell them; which, planet they could or could not live on. Beside, the family garage had been full [...]
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Limitations: An annoying itch, a tsunami.
Neither her or I know why we choose to sleep under our bed at night. Technically, we’re suppose to sleep in the bathtub, but its full of mildew and I lost my last scrubby brush. I also have a phobia that involves loose hairs. Every time the bombs explode I [...]
Desert: is hostile. The cacti are evolving to look like mutated humans. Their backs bend and twist into painful shapes; their fingers sprout like pin cushions. Remain ten feet away at all times.
Ely Thompson, May 6, 2020
I walk through gravel rivers looking for salvation. Empty house after empty house first barricaded, and now dilapidated. The [...]
1.On your knees and scream,“Hail, Hail, Apophis”
My PhD in Eschatology,
is useless. I’ll gnash teeth
with the rest you-all. Forty-
six and not expecting
in 2029.
Only the wicked are diagnosed
triskaidekaphobes, given pills,
reprimanded, reminded
better to be silent than negative.
11, 38, 91, 125, 144, 163, 194…
today—bolide out there, fired
on time, an approximate twenty-six,
but [...]
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My brother John, came to my bedside that night and told me about a dream he had. He said, that he had met a girl at the Dairy Queen. She had ordered two strawberry cones: One for him and one for her. The ice cream began to melt on his hands and she had licked [...]
My PhD in Eschatology,
is useless. I’ll gnash teeth
with the rest you-all. Forty-
six and not expecting
in 2029.
Only the wicked are diagnosed
triskaidekaphobes, given pills,
reprimanded, reminded
better to be silent than negative.
11, 38, 91, 125, 144, 163, 194…
today—bolide out there, fired
on time, every twenty-six,
except for the sleepy period
between 38 and 91. [...]
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
There was a lot of speculation about who would go and who would stay. With more going than staying, it was going to have to come down to something, race or class, but rightfully, no one thought random. It wasn’t random. It was never going to be random. The people who moan about [...]
Monday, September 21, 2009
Thick glass panes separate the residents of Sunny Homes Resort and Spa from the hot Arizona sand. Dozen of white washed hypoallergenic single room suites line the hallways. In the center of the main building is an open space. Residents are allowed to feed the birds, stare out the bay window, or play cards [...]