Have we had enough of climbing the walls of our houses, apartments, condos, trailers or whatever the fuck kind of domicile we have been holed up in lately? Are the metaphorical muscles in our figurative arms and legs burned out and exhausted? Why not go outside and get some fresh air? Well, I’m writing this... Continue Reading →
TARMERICA: A Soft Opening for the Apocalypse
Are we chilling at a cocktail party, wearing designer masks and standing six feet apart, celebrating the soft opening of the apocalypse? This glorious shindig takes place in a clinical and creepy art gallery. Vast renditions of this bitch bug hang on its sterile walls, scarier and more surreal than any fevered dream Dali or... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: The Devil in the Land of Fire
A hellish sun rose from the south on that day Spider Monsters crawled out of the Patagonian soil The ancient fisherman's church in Port Disturbance spouted Dark blood from its rusted, salty steeple A violent revolutionary's coup attempt was stopped cold By a demon army that spit fire and napalm from strange organs The fish... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Weekend Shift at The Cape Horn Furnace Company
Each Saturday evening when I crawl into work I glance at the sign in the lobby Outwardly friendly, casually demonic The Cape Horn Furnace Company Warming Souls From the End of the World I used the Boiler City bars for my heat Weekend job for some extra coin Taxman wants my beer money Ex Wife... Continue Reading →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 