by upright | Dec 18, 2015 | Ulysses |
He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pock his hat. His hat down on his eyes. That is Kevin Egan’s movement I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep. Et vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona. Alo! Bonjour....
by upright | Dec 17, 2015 | Arts & Culture, Why Is This Millennial Sad? |
Why is this Millennial sad? Because the IRS doesn’t agree with his assessment that his organic pickle cannery is providing an “invaluable service to the community” and should therefore be tax exempt.
by upright | Dec 14, 2015 | Ulysses |
His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. Why not endless till the farthest star? Darkly they are there behind this light, darkness shining in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. Me sits there with his augur’s rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by...
by upright | Dec 11, 2015 | Ulysses |
Morose delectation Aquinas tunbelly calls this, frate porcospino. Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted. Call away let him: thy quarrons dainty is. Language no whit worse than his. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their...
by upright | Dec 11, 2015 | Arts & Culture |
