- Oct 15, 2024
Ulysses is Not a Novel
No, Joyce’s Ulysses is no novel.
Yes, it’s novel, as the poet said, new.
Yes, it may, tricks play, and make you grovel
No, you can’t load art like Neo’s Kung Fu.
Like life worthwhile, it takes miles of time.
If it’s a poem, it’s of epic space
Like its pre-echo, Homer’s old view rhyme,
And reverberates all over the place.
But poetry’s squidly definitions
Cannot capture Joyce’s nouveau gestalt.
Science mistook for art of magicians
Results when the old falls under assault.
Like it or not, Joyce’s art broke the hold
Of space and time the old matrix controlled.
Subscribe and stay tuned for more new sonnets.
Same bullet-time time, same red pill channel.
- Oct 8, 2024
- Flash Fiction from The Red Brick Alley
I walked into the principal’s office again. Jaggerbush was sitting across from Sister Kelly Pork Belly. Christmas was coming, and her pop-bottle glasses were foggy because she was already overheated...
Read the whole misadventure at Ghost City Press.
- Sep 30, 2024
Blazes' Basket
His name’s Blazes Boylan, all-star crooner.
He knows making baskets is how you score.
He’s a real baller who hits the nooner,
Even when tip-off goes down around four.
Put in a bottle of invalid port,
then throw down a jar of plum potted meat.
If you really want to run Molly’s court
A few blushing peaches will bring the heat.
And lay down two pears, lying head to toe,
Perfectly paired like a fruity ying-yang.
But manage the clock, know when to go slow,
And more than the boards will be yours to bang.
Why this need to feed and make Molly drunk?
She's down, an easy lay-up, a sure slam-dunk.
Subscribe and stay tuned for more courtside sonnets.
Same technical time, same crossover channel.