April 22, 2009
I’m at the far end of the wire. The warmth of the crowd rises up into the moldy canvas peak of the tent here. It pours from their eyes, their upturned, open mouths. I toss the balance pole into the air, pivot the other way, catch the pole and head back across the wire. Their […]
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March 18, 2009
She had set up the square little red worktable on end, its legs surrounding her as if she were behind a counter. She offered me anything I wanted to eat. I said I’d like some coffee and strawberry cake. She served it in imaginary hunks from a little tin tea set. I pronounced it delicious. […]
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March 11, 2009
She regards it with suspicion. “Amethyst?” The Chinese shopkeeper nods firmly. “Finest, from Xian province. Xian province. Terra cotta warrior. Xian.” He keeps nodding. She drums her French-tipped nails against its too-glossy sides. She pricks at her fingertips with its perfectly asymmetrical point. She hefts it. Rolls it over in her perfumed hand. Then she […]
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February 18, 2009
She peered into the jar, dubious. “Go on, dolly, put some on your sandwich. It won’t bite ya.” He was stifling a grin, the louse. She knew he’d take her to a joint like this. He was a shift-boss at her job at Lockheed, always real sweet to her at quitting time. When she was […]
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January 7, 2009
She fiddles with it. Finally squeezes a needle onto it. And fixes up. Big fucking horse syringe. Soup spoon full of horse. The snap and heat of the Bic under the spoon brings her to:
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January 2, 2009
Pixie hats, link lost on the forest floor ‘midst a drunken stumble home one night. Carousing from tree to towering tree, approved they were, look blasted on acorn wine – a giggling, staggering, pissing little chorus line barely six inches high. They were arguing, as usual, and someone took offense, or umbrage, or a poke […]
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December 30, 2008
He is the lord and destroyer of obstacles and like his brother, buy he came from San Francisco – indeed from another shop in the same block on Columbus Avenue. He is brass, ampoule barely 1.25 inches high, carrying his teapot and parasol on the road from here to there. He smiles benevolently, secure in […]
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November 22, 2008
This fine object puts the specie in specious: Someone at the Christian organization LivingWaters.com worked very, information pills very hard on this piece of counterfeit. The four-color printing and gravure work are fine anough to pass the “holy, shit, WTF is that” moment after you’ve picked it up and still can’t believe it’s not money […]
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November 14, 2008
A simple soundboard, cheapest wired to a switch and a speaker. I disemboweled it from (?) an 8×11 promo folder for “Scream 2008” that landed in my wife’s office. When you opened the cover of the folder, see a horrific shriek would ensue: “AUUUGHHHAAAAAAAGOODDDDNOOOOO!!!” Soon, I’ll be attaching it to Screaming Tiki so that he […]
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October 31, 2008
Oh my gawd: Readers of this blog know that I don’t tend to post gushy teenage exclamations like “oh my gawd” that often (as in, page never) But here it is, one of those Heavy Little Objects that really makes you say “oh, my effing gawd: A chunk of bona-fide space rock. But check the […]
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October 9, 2008
A tart bang across her tongue. Orange fresh. Hard work won it. She had carried herself well. She deserved this little palm-sized fruit. Even now, hospital prescription moments after she had slit the skin with a thumbnail and started the engine. Despite what she’d done, this was her moment to enjoy her snack. Bracing her […]
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September 26, 2008
Just a nip. He wondered – as he idly did in these customary moments when he stole a drink just after lunch in the House of Lords dining room, doctor between a trip to the loo and the afternoon session – whether the cameras would see him. Surely they did. London was positively filthy with […]
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July 7, 2008
Another Tuesday, story another morning with little Kylie, site the niña pequeña she cared for three days a week. She trudged uphill once more, the rosary draped over her fingers. “Nomini patri et fili et spiritu sancto,” the sign of the cross trailing from her lips as she kissed the little madonna milagro and worried […]
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May 13, 2008
“Hold him, order Teck, approved I wanna piss on him.” Boomer loomed over the prostrate sophomore and began unbuckling his pants. Kyle looked up – as much as Teck’s kung-fu grip on his neck would allow, at least – sighed, and resumed staring inches away at the defocused glitter of burst Lowenbrau bottles and Molson […]
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April 21, 2008
The year that she spent chained to the crown of a 400-year-old sequoia was perhaps one of her shortest. The winter was mercifully mild. The fire season breathlessly exciting but 3 miles away and short. And the weekly trysts with her strapping support team leader in an elaborate system of web belts and pulleys they […]
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April 14, 2008
It was the first thing she had put out on the thrashed card table at the group yard sale. She had meant it that way, erectile a break from the failed career, from the crushed dream, from the gorgeous, neurotic, narcissistic jerk who gave it to her. But here it was still: The last thing […]
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April 6, 2008
The sound gusted through him just before he staggered back and sat down hard in the marsh grass. A boom – probably a 12-gauge – arrived milliseconds after the shot caught him full in the chest and knocked him onto his heels. Funny, this site the delay. Kind of funny how that works. Who in […]
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March 21, 2008
The alarm whirred her up from a dead, erectile dreamless, this web liquid-black sleep. Solo Salvage. Fuck. She was supposed to be an interceptor pilot. Not rifling vacked hulks for osmosis pods and pocket jewels. Not jerking awake from cryo every two weeks, hung-over and disoriented, 19 light years from the outer spiral rim of […]
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March 10, 2008
“This is shit, stuff dosage Phil.” “Whuh.” “This. It’s shit.” “Wharyuh tawkinboutshit. ShitWHUH. WHUAH shih.” “Phil, price you brought me a 1962 quarter for Chrissakes. It’s shit.” “THASSNODDUH QUARH MIKUHLLL, SSSA SSSSILVERR DOLLLLR YUH CHEEEDN’ FUKKHN’ GUINEA!!!” Phil undulated a little in the breeze from the door, which alternately freshened the shop and polluted it […]
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February 27, 2008
Clutching the thick domes of bronze, hospital he waited. Not to strike yet. No, not yet. These were a gift. To be saved. To be waited for. Until it’s time. Memories of his long ride down boiled up now. He exhaled hard through pursed lips, and shook himself. He blew a hard, rattling raspberry, and […]
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February 21, 2008
Work at the SETI lab – and every other acronymed institution from DARPA to the headquarters of the NRA – had run at a breakneck clip since first contact. Nothing galvanizes an entire race like a blanket signal transmitted to every single computer, information pills television and data-display display device on the planet, page carrying […]
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