Aliens Don’t Always Wear Hats

  • Posted on 14th December 2015,
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Hatless. Two antennae poking from a gaseous head. A body of spent molecules. This being moves like a dead flower. ‘Come a little closer,’ the alien says in its voice of shattering ivory pipes.

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You take a couple steps toward the voice.… Read More

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Going Extinct Tickles

  • Posted on 5th December 2015,
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After reading this Barthes line, my imagination went nuts, splashing his words with watercolor and building the following scene:

‘Rescind yourself,’ life mandates in its soothing, raspy voice.
‘No,’ you respond, firmly.

The bottom of your feet start to tickle. You feel extinction’s eraser working softly.… Read More

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Apex Predators of the Metaphysical Food Chain

  • Posted on 15th June 2015,
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Bend an ear while I spin you some yarn, of a plumed migration.
mA migration akin to the battalions of ten-thousand buffalo in ways of raw clout, but one far more sinuous in spirit. This migrating parade of a trillion feathers is a cunning streak of dashing hue.… Read More

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Buzzing the Tower & Going So Clear

  • Posted on 20th April 2015,
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Somehow Top Gun 2 came up in conversation. It was a ripe time to talk about this exciting sequel; we’d just watched Going Clear about L. Ron’s bogus-town chicanery.

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An improbable fact bubbled to the surface when Katey revealed she’d never seen OG Top Gun.… Read More

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Who Did What When?

  • Posted on 25th September 2014,
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We found a shop in Portland selling old photos, 25 cents per handful. I have big hands. The subsequent collages came like waves.
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What Would Sagan Do? – Mailbox Malady

  • Posted on 18th August 2014,
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Our mailbox is suffering from a horrendous stomach ailment. It has been force fed junk food/mail for too long. Typically we throw all the envelope-swaddled bullshit into the recycling. But that’s not going to do anymore. Our letterbox is sick as a dog.… Read More

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