8.08 / August 2013

At five o’clock I kneel close to the television and look into his pixilated face.  His skin is gnarled and pocked.  His nose and mouth and chin sag.  His eyes are sharp blue. I touch my nose to the static screen and his murderous head is the size of mine.

[wpaudio url=”/audio/8_8/Terry.mp3″ text=”listen to this story” dl=”0″] Jesse was a fool and probably still is. And if Jesse had believed me when I said I was only kicking it with Mike that night, I wouldn’t have felt like a fool too.

“in come the wineries” is a sound work composed of recordings connected with the Timber Wars in Northern California and the May 24, 1990 bombing of environmental activist and labor organizer Judi Bari. Recordings include radio and television broadcasts, lectures, speeches, interviews and depositions.

Internet Porn There should be a word to describe the kind of people that use the computers at a library, I said, and everyone chimed in with a series of jokes.

R finishes out the apocalypse like this: five bamboo plants that I gave her as gifts outside the doorstep of my new apartment. When asked why she left these plants outside my doorstep, she says “because fuck you that’s why.

Petri Wine presents the New Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Presents radio theater, presents wooden blocks clopped together like horses’ hooves, presents the detective Holmes and the doctor Watson on cassette tape. Presents the past, the archived, the defunct. The once and future artifact. A tape: magnetism, portability, smooth running slip-sheet.

She wanted a cafe, you wanted a bike repair shop, and so you divorced.  Well, there were other reasons too, but you forget what they were and so assume they weren’t as important.

Bethany Anne Montgomery has decided, at a very young age, that when she grows up she’ll live in a big white house and have eight babies. Allatonce. She knows it’s important to decide important things at a very young age. It shows character, determination, and what Bethany Anne’s mother calls moxie.

At the Bathhouse, Scholars Discuss the Oceanic Feeling A Miltonist and a Poet walk into a steamroom. The Miltonist says, I want to watch you fuck him. The Poet does not hear this because the Miltonist does not say this. But the Poet knows this truth.

[wpaudio url=”/audio/8_8/Gall.mp3″ text=”listen to this story” dl=”0″] “I’m not always there when you call—” She makes the telephone sign and presses her hand against her ear. “—but I’m always on time.”  She points to her wrist, grinning.  You think she’s clever.  You wouldn’t have thought of doing that first part with the telephone.