after all the bruisings she could take, hot-eyed Venus takes up a razor to slice at her hair. the clippings drop onto petaled cakes, her hair now shorn and pink. deranged unicorns clamber over violet meadows. gilt lilypads drip eyeless frogs into the glittering lake where severed limbs abound for delectation. this haunted house is haunted prose. ( Read more... )

daisy-face insists on a crimson waist ( Read more... )

Two elephants trudge across the continent ( Read more... )

i had a dream that the Edward Gorey display i set up in a bookstore in the mallscape of my mind in a previous dream was cleaned up and replaced with another display. i was disappointed to have my "work" dissappear like that. i've had other dreams in which i came across newly discovered, previously unpublished work of Edward Gorey's. Edwardian women ( Read more... )

The dollmakers pull me apart at the seams ( Read more... )

paper roses, painted roses ( Read more... )

i made a zine! "The Itinerant Postcard" is a 24-page quarter-sized perzine with prose, poetry, and illustrations by Edward Gorey. $1 or trade. available on Etsy.


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let's pretend to die
with a grand gesture-
in an explosion of blood

orange and red ruffles!
how high they pile!
see how they flare!

now excuse me, Juliet,
and excuse me, Ophelia:
the dress turns blood red.

it was a video & a booklet of photography. there was a concert going on. a band was singing, holding up large marionettes of other pop stars. a pale man costumed with large curling ram's horns leaped through the air. a black-haired girl cried silently thin streams of blood, felt drugged & empty, & poked a finger sadly at her reflection. i stood ( Read more... )

thought that struck me in the wee hours of the morning: where all da naked white women at ( Read more... )