Category: Fragments

enchanted lunch

This is the long form. This is the long relax. This is the long white whine. Where is the invention? Where are the roots of literature? The form is a worm.

one of the more delicate stories one that doesn’t mention a husband

If I could find my way to the egg on the pedestal, if I could find my way to the walking rock… No table salt, no laughing pepper. No funny farm, no moldy vegetables....

you could come over for breakfast but you can’t sleep over

Yes you are a wizard of language. Yes you may set a bonfire. Yes you can turn and turn and return. No you are not a clergyperson. No none of this should be bandied...

I am tremendously interested in going into the mountains. The place where I will sit down to dinner with Arabs, my combed hair glistening. The charred fox on the platter, mistaken for dog, shot...