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
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
My mind has a mind of its own, so in the morning, I’m going to self-test my bullet-proof vest. In the careless wind everything should go according to plan. Like they say, misery loves gluttony. That’s why I enjoy making every single minute of the day hyper-productive. Yesterday, for example, I was more than a … Continue reading Gotcha Covered
I’m not an astrophysicist. I’d rather leave my overture into the expanse to science — I don’t care what happens to the stardust clinging to my sequoia lashes once I take course downriver. Remember, this is ash we’re talking about. If, for whatever reason,I wink and nebulae explodeacross the water —the mortician has failedin his … Continue reading Burial
“Cimabue was Giotto’s master,” lingered for decades. What we recall — gauzed snippets of time strung together with random pieces of dialogue. We build from what we think we remember and then swear it’s all true. The tower we build grows,defying gravity,shaking as it ascends.Our response:Dramamine.— R JAMES SENNETT JR R James Sennett Jr lives, … Continue reading The Answer To The Art History Question
Today, in Nsukka, a songbird posed alone / behind a dark tunnel / fanning its wings / a sign to show, heaven is a home without an end. & nothing is too small for troubled oceans, not to swallow. Some days, I’d watch the kids roll out in their rainbow coats. Rucksacks, & streams of … Continue reading Imagination Flowers
The clouds are rubbing the moon’s bald head and wiping his tears as they pass, and the darkness all around us is haunted by the ghosts of hobos and highway men, just as the fossils of ancient, prehistoric sharks and whales vibrate andcall to us across time fromtheir resting places, and a black cat boneis … Continue reading Cop Cars on the Distant Horizon
The Ferrari California parked outside The porn shop on Broadway Is red like the roof of my mouth Poked by the jagged corner of tortilla chip Red like the cartoon heart Glistening and throbbing To the techno bass beat Drop top drop panties drop acid Washed jeans in the parking lotHeat shimming over concreteRed like … Continue reading Cupid’s Outlet/Rainbow Video
We destroy ourselves as ants build a colony as birds build strong nests We enjoy ourselves as winter presses onward absurd awaiting We depress ourselves watching the clocks on the walls seeing not learningfrom the evergreensand the redwoods I’ve heard of and know still stand talland mystery itselfand her great three-lettered name as our books … Continue reading I Bet One of Us Is Manic