Wednesday, June 4, 2014

My Back is to Venus (poem)

The sun goes up on the other side
Where I am, it is dark
They are sleeping
I pad with crackling tendons to my desk
Look outside
Lower the blinds
Sit before my square of light, my deadlines
Glare at them; they glare at me
Headache sniffle blow justify copy paste delete
The sun goes down behind me
An interruption
Behind the trees and mounded earth
My back is to Venus
Changing words

Monday, June 2, 2014

Zombie Style Guide II

Editor Zombie returns! Walking the line between respect for English and being useful to one's zombie companions can be tricky. Especially when usefulness is delicious.

(If you have a hard time reading these, folks, just click on the images: they expand.)