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MINNEAPOLIS ATHANOR

Beautiful, marvelous week. America is on fire, america is shining, america is a flower of joyful rage. A dead tree, bearing unexpected fruit. A fresh batch of lynchings by repulsive pigs and pig wannabes earlier in May. Yet this time it felt different. The wound had a stronger sting to it. Patience already worn thin. [...]

2020-05-31T00:40:36+00:00May 31st, 2020|Essay|

John Kendrick Bangs – Notes on a Yonkers Dreamer

John Kendrick Bangs (1862-1922) was an american humorist who lived in the New York suburb of Yonkers. He had a long and multifaceted career penning articles, satires, fantasies, as well as some genuine undiluted nonsense. He is typically cited for a kind of silly fantasy genre named after him involving interactions among famous dead historical [...]

2020-05-15T10:22:56+00:00May 14th, 2020|Dreams, Essay|

Seven Stories

or The (im)Parting of Friends at Unbanyokatulinys’s Eggs A new novel by Casi Cline At its heart, Seven Stories is a novel about the search for truth. A group of seven animals meet under a sacred tree called Unbanyokatulinys, and become fast friends. As they grow older, their conversations with each other become philosophical and [...]

2020-05-10T02:15:39+00:00May 10th, 2020|News|

The Treasure is Below the Third Pyramid

“I tried one syllable words like am, art, it and off. The Egg trembled very slightly, without communicating any meaning to me.” -Leonora Carrington, The Stone Door I am by myself. I have in front of me a disorienting booklet entitled “Clues to MEANING”. The front cover depicts three people, one young, one old, one [...]

2020-04-22T10:53:11+00:00April 21st, 2020|Essay, Games, Prose|

The Place Of The Unconscious On An Upright Collapsed Wall Calendar

BY TH.D.TYPALDOS English translation (from greek language) by Nikos Stabakis I reside in a parked wagon standing on the sharp edge of a snail My roommates a pile of human bones and a blood chestnut tree From the holes of the walls we learn every day the news As in our spacious squares tumble spacious [...]

2020-04-15T21:49:28+00:00April 15th, 2020|Poetry|

Confinement Games

Open your refrigerator, and listen to its hum. Interpret its speech. TW: The refrigerator makes many inane pronouncements: ‘Not on my watch’ , ‘Our duty is to...’, ‘We salute those brave pioneers who...’ I try never to listen to its chorus of lies. SC: Doorknob for the winter. Snake click turn turn. Sfeeeesh. Rumble tumble. [...]

2020-04-15T18:00:27+00:00April 15th, 2020|Games|
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