Lights out or the weather of the apocalypse
Lights out or the weather of the apocalypse When water rolls in sudden over land, the pink marble steps that led to the museum will be thrust apart & scattered over sand as if by a giant’s hand. Cans will burst and tin will turn to rust. Beans and corn will rust....Call from Scientologist Friend
Call from Scientologist Friend Hi Terry, It’s me. Marcia. I had to tell you that Scientology has saved my life. I haven’t heard from you since you left Brattleboro. What’s going on? Well, for one thing I have no more financial stress. How come? I live on community...Omyra Sanchez
Omyra Sanchez The camera is my eye. I open and shut the lens. I sweep the horizon clean. It is hard to focus with so much dust. My eyes burn. Focus I must. That is my job. That is what I am paid for and that is why I am here. I turn and all that I see stretching...From DH
From DH There it is, the Douglas DC-6 SE-BDY / the instrument of my destruction. The mechanics are doing the last checks of the engines, but men have no knowledge of Divine Intention much less His last minute interventions. This is an ordinary day of September l8 in...Strike Out
Strike Out The man in the pale brown linen suit struts across the room. He scratches his head and lights a Marlboro cigarette.It is so warm he removes his jacket.He is surrounded by maps and charts and lines and screens. His job is statistical analysis, and he has an...It was six am
It was six am Two men in dirty overalls were digging a hole. They air was cold. One man smoked a cigarette; the other sipped coffee from a paper cup. The men dug. They stopped and peered into the hole. They stopped and dug again. It was Sunday. Children ran around the...You must walk
You must walk even when you step over severed heads and hands. Don’t be an idiot throw out the orange pills weep for the dead. Look at the Real Estate section of the papers at homes worth millions of dollars and the six caret diamond rings look at the high rise...
Daybook III: Morning is Long Since Gone
Toni Ortner’s Daybook III, Morning Is Long Since Gone infuses her inner life’s dreamscape, her singing tree with realities that scream over the land. Ortner’s surreal meditations in corridors persistent with memory evoke a world of redemption shattered in the ashes of...
