the wax paper scissors catalogue
About M
M is like marzipan.
You can make it into anything you like, but it always tastes like almonds.
une clarté douce
Roland Barthes was nowhere to be found at Ike’s Roadsign on Highway 395.
Nowhere to be found.
let us repair
There’s a shadow behind the eye — / or behind the seeing?
Communion gap between shadows. / Or we are the gap?
is as always is was
Be prepared to play dice with the universe. Over here (ladies and gentlemen) you will observe the effect of a prone rectangle on the supine surface.
Da vida beletrística do estimado senhor A.
By the same inevitable process of erosion that turns mountains into molehills and minutes into mica, Rothko Chapel is being incrementally remodeled into Rothko Discothèque. It’s good for the economy.
bird tongue lawyer
The plan was simple enough. Build a bridge. Erect a boat. Devise an ocean.
to speak of
Things were pointed out to me that meant nothing, but they contributed to the feeling i had on that excursion of being in a humid paper bag, as for ripening.
on what comes next
Once upon a time, a man is walking on the bottom of the ocean, all around the world. He's looking for something and he doesn't know what.
kite
Make sure of something, of one thing. All these liquids, their aspects, their points of view. I'm inclined to ask, but I won't.
Chamber Music
The Principle of Nonce, in a highly undocumented visit to Praeturbia (the year is 16– or 1753, or perhaps 1804) met with the Instigant of that dubious place and was put up in unprecedented luxury.
isographs
Eight photographic pieces arranged as would-be stereoscopes with image/text parallax. Exhibited at Fold Gallery, Portland in April, 2005 and compiled as a book. [ see isographs statement ]
There is no landscape more alien than another person’s home. Such a place can be more foreign than the lurid, gnarled surface of a distant planet, in virtue of its being the perfect comfort of a different soul.
Who’s to Say
Iron Marian had the night before drawn another Blue Face. Lodog Samizdat had seen the Face and now, counting bricks, it reentered his thoughts.
The Armchair Coward
A scissorbook noir about a woman with the courage to protect a man without any, and a private eye who knows a thing or two about something.
The White-Marked Tussock Moth's Guide to Six of Her Close Associates
Being a Catalogue of Some Half-Dozen Various Other Moths, As Devised by the White-Marked Tussock Moth, With Slight Verse by Mr. White-Marked Tussock Moth
The Adventuresome Handbag of Evelyn Ringley
To what, on Alternate Monday between the Hour of the Saint of Sam and the Hour of Saint Bathhouses, does Lady Ringley apply herself?
Venkelman's Submersion Theory
Moqueca Bayaldi was recently at a conference with Richard Planet, who denied, one evening over Cuba Libres and yucca, the validity of Venkelman’s Submersion Theory.
Electrico No. 1
Why is it that João da Caza, the celebrated poet and literary terrorist, can board by chance any electrico in the city without causing so much as a blink while you who ride the No. 1 every weekday morning and night, draw such unrelenting stares?
Charlie Cachimbo's Door
What happened? Who’s responsible? Nobody knows. That’s why they’re knocking on Charlie Cachimbo’s door, see.
The Lighthouse in Question
To the man in a lighthouse it will suffice simply to remove the staircase in order to turn the place into an elegant labyrinth. He will need more than a thread to solve the puzzle.
The Freeze and Thaw of Smitty B.
La congelación y deshelamiento de Smitty B.
Smitty Bacigalupo comes out onto the street and watches the mercury plummet in the giant public thermometer mounted outside the Banco Ningún building.
Come You Citizens!
You great, laundering Populace! You staunch and stalwart, garden-hosing, car-washing, hose-using People! Come now and ignite your stoves! Incandesce your aluminum and steel desk lamps!
Everyone Will Leave
When the scientists have finished their work, and when the engineers have finished theirs, and when the captains of industry have finished theirs, the prices will drop precipitously for all things and all processes.
We Will Be Undone In Inches
we will be undone in inches / the luna llena of our long, single day / drained out in little processes
Libellula luctuosa
Long ago (in the past) during the pre-Merovingian era, dragonflies the size of a man’s hat ruled the steamy protoforests and the outlying groves of waxy, nubbinlike succulents.
A Bestiary of Plant Matters
Of plants and their cunning ways.
The pointy nastard (Nastard nastard) uses its spikelike snout to root for mammals. During electrical storms it keeps very still, hoping not to be seen.
25 Stories
Literary combinatorics in 625 variations.
Labor Day
What a thing it is to see! Men and women working on the roads, opening shops, selling newspapers, flying planes, forging steel, shooting photographs, talking on radios, signing papers, taking phone calls, dressing wounds, icing cakes, polishing shoes...
Frog Directory
(Including toads.)
Kahoutek Maboul Townshrop
An Interpolated History
It seems there's never enough time in Kahoutek Maboul! Just when you settle down to admire the surf at Quinine Bay, a telephone is as likely to ring as not.
Minute Planner
Plan your minute.
A is for Walrus
A madcap ride into (and out of) literacy.