Giant lichen orbweaver spiders are rarely seen in even partial daylight. They build their webs each night and eat them before dawn the next day and then sleep away the sun in the lichen or, in this case, the Spanish Moss in the live oak twenty feet overhead. Her name is Glow. I’ve been spending some time watching her each night, but on the way to my writing cottage to work on my new novel a few mornings ago, I was happy to find that she’d woken up late. I’m not so reluctant to heavily edit my novel after seeing her devour all her beautiful work of the night before.
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- For 9/11, the Tenth Anniversary
- Sep 11, 2011
- Kevin Smith, 32, advertising copywriter Julia Hanson Smith, 30, graphics designer in their apartment in Brooklyn, the night of September 11, 2001 Kevin I know the night is filled with smoke and with fire and I would not have thought it would be my wife clinging to me now because of what I have done: I should have gone out the door last night after my clumsiness, she was half-turned at the stove, the steam rising before her from the boiling rice, and all that I'd planned carefully to say came out impulsively, simply, badly, I am in love and she knew it was not her and she laid the lid on the pot and she turned her back to me and later we sat in chairs in the dark of our living room for a long while, the pot charred black on the stove, and I did not go and then it was this morning and then the long day and I am in love and I think it is not with her, but tonight, in this moment, we dare not change a thing Julia how can it be so quiet from across the river, if you do not make yourself look you might never
- Books in Hell vol. 2
- Apr 12, 2010
- Invisible Dick Excerpt: “‘Jeehosophat! What a disgraceful scene!’ said Dick Brett, doing a series of physical jerks behind a bush, as he began to grow into visibility. ...
- Books in Hell: An Introduction & a First Selection
- Mar 26, 2010
- I do not collect books. Not in the way most book collectors do. ...
- TWEETS FROM HELL: PART THREE
- Feb 19, 2010
- J. P. Sartre & J. Goebbels drink ape-piss tea in fetid bistro, wondering if they might’ve done differently without a walleye, a club foot Swore by Stalin, mollified Hitler, Che & Chamberlain bake together in a low-temperature oven: damned if you do & damned if you don’t Those who died demented in a nursing home think they’ve simply moved down the hall Robert Olen Butler types away in a tiny, dark room alone with his unconscious & unable to avert his eyes: this is Hell, but it is Heaven too I have to speak fast: Hell as untweetable novel officially available. ...
- TWEETS FROM HELL: PART TWO
- Feb 12, 2010
- There are no animals. Seeing balcony railings, park benches, window ledges in the Great Metropolis, everyone aches at the memory of birds Montezuma stuffs tacos for throngs at Taco Bell, wearing flayed skin of Cortés, the rest of whom waits hopelessly nearby for golden fries On tube, “The Genghis Khan Factor”: the Mongol & Rush Limbaugh utterly agree & wink & are wed on air: the consummation is Hell’s reality TV In the cleric’s bar: Khomeini regrets his fatwa getting Rushdie laid 1000 times; Jimmy Swaggart regrets the ayatollah not going after him Hoa the Saigon bargirl died by drug-addled American’s jealous hand, now drinks Hell Tea alone, longing for the way he tonguetipped her spine Bronx tagger Scat 164, with can of cobalt blue, can’t tag on empty wall: it was always about who he is: still got Scat but he got no street A host of Holy Men here, unaware religions are performance art & their truths metaphorical: when metaphor turns into dogma, real sin begins Hell’s Great Metropolis is ringed in mountains where,
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