Just once and in the spirit of whatever winks please help me create a dearly different religion Steeped in hoot toot and with whistling almighties All given over unto and believed in with heavens upon from the get go Yes teach me how to sing like vines on porches or as spit-jokes do or as … Continue reading Given Over
So yes, cheetah-print carpet did whine something sensual as I pressed into it, coaxing me further upstairs because Is this what everyone else knew about? Hotels, spaces, glamorous enough for one’s own reinvention? because who really belongs here but the sharpened spiders crawling along the roof we peek over, fairy lights cutting their silhouette? Later, … Continue reading We’ve Never Been to This Part of Downtown
BY THE TIME I noticed the squirrel, it was way past too late. The squirrel had already eyeballed my driver’s license and the paper forms for the gun purchase with all my private information on them, and so had a firm fix on my telephone number, home address and who knows what the fuck else. … Continue reading Squirrel
Your feet speak as they meet the scaffold stair: You brought this on yourself. It’s clear from the humorless way the garroter yanks your chain that he hates his work. You soften to the pillory’s kiss: its wooden hug whispers of headless love. The crowd squawks in unison. Your eyes empty themselves. The blade whistles … Continue reading Guillotine
DANNY MARTIN RAN within three feet of the rim of Bryce Canyon, screaming the word “Blam!” over and over with all the fullness of his ten-year-old voice. He didn’t particularly choose this word. It just arrived deep in his head, bouncing through his scull until escaping repeatedly through his wide-open mouth. He liked how … Continue reading Across The Canyon
God forgive us if this world, a world torrential with our cyclonic tempers, be the last world created. Not that we are all that ignorant of others nurtured by this planet to fruition, whether they be sea bottoms of trilobites or lands ravaged by tyrannosaurs. Those worlds pummeled into extinction by an errant asteroid or … Continue reading What Time Do You Have
A RED LIGHT BLINKS FAST, screams of panic erupt; amid the commotion a young man's voice shakes with sadness: “I'm sorry, mum...” Rapid heartbeats, amniotic fluid, a fetus within a womb. A mother's voice filters into the womb, singing, “Care is heavy, therefore sleep, while I o'er you watch do keep. Sleep, pretty darling do … Continue reading Where The Hearth Is
No longer the vague whispers over an indistinct horizon. No clamoring church bells, only a doctor’s soft, clinical, sorry sounds. Do not doubt it. Rage does smolder in the brush of a dry land. Fears do bolt from the undergrowth. Soon, too soon, purgatorial fires – the chemo, the radiation – appetites shriveled, burnt down … Continue reading Just Diagnosed
they assault me in my dreams grinning disjointed sneers yawping chasms causing claustrophobic paranoia possession in summary distorted screams and inexcusable modes of shrieking tunnel vision dead ideologies and existential dilemmas squat bodied visions of ancient identities non-reality husks pose little threat to a cracked dream system — SCOTT C. HOLSTAD Scott C. Holstad has authored … Continue reading Dystopian Dreamscapes
AS A CHILD, Arthur was mesmerized by the golden plaques affixed to building facades. Endlessly, he would ask his nanny to decipher the mysterious titles etched under the plexiglass: “Psychologist, psychiatrist, psychotherapist, psychoanalyst.” The little boy would bounce with joy upon hearing those strange sounds. His nanny, a young woman of Moroccan origin, had explained … Continue reading Our Need For Consolation