Category: spun from the corpus

  • The descent of the oracles

    Dust jacket. A dead letter. Moto goes modern. Soviet sailor is not go to sea to see the world, but go to sea to bury the vcr.  Nuclear Fuel. The chief of the port spoke against permitting the ship to enter his harbor, declaring, “We still do not have radiation-monitoring equipment, decontaminating solutions, or special […]

  • Shaggy mane

    Coprinus comatus, the shaggy ink cap, lawyer’s wig, or shaggy mane, is a common fungus often seen growing on lawns, along gravel roads and waste areas. The young fruit bodies first appear as white cylinders emerging from the ground, then the bell-shaped caps open out. The caps are white, and covered with scales—this is the […]

  • High above the Alhambra

    Such were our minor preparations for the journey, but above all we laid in an ample stock of good humor, and a genuine disposition to be pleased, determining to travel in true contrabandista style, taking things as we found them, rough or smooth, and mingling with all classes and conditions in a kind of vagabond […]

  • Stink and a hay

    I’ll seer yr bacon, and raise you a stink and a hay. A bona dea keeps the anchor awake. Yes we have no null modems. I’d like you to meet my niche. Suckle me choppers at Pa’s moll and pick a peck of pox malt, apocryphal of rye. Ask me no algebra and I tell […]

  • The broken pole

    A few years ago during the Olympics, a skier from just down the road broke her pole during a race. The coach from Norway, a rival team, handed her a new pole, and she went on to win the race. In appreciation the people of Canada sent the coach a shipload of maple syrup. The […]