“I am a master of hallucination.” –Arthur Rimbaud I will not think about my retirement account. I will rest inside a concession stand of white gauze, sun hot. I will
Daffodils sprouting in bright yellow bunches always have always signaled for me spring and Passover. Matzah plays a big role here, the unleavened bread symbolic of the Jewish exodus from
Every time I parse HTML with a regular expression, an unholy child weeps the blood of virgins. An open cloud conspiracy digitizes my last matched string. This gets me in
For weeks, I had been reading up on Walmart, absorbing everything from Sam’s biography to reports about how the global chain was destroying labor guarantees put into place by the
I made a pilgrimage to the heartland of Walmart in Bentonville, the same day the conclave of cardinals named a new pope. White smoke rose up from the Sistine Chapel.
Paper mill town closed down. Sporting goods store the big draw. Hunters shop for camouflage, a new barrel gauge. Deer season. Six months here, I’m in a red chair with