personal ad |
We'll dance, swing-salsa jazz-cats, purring, each a consequent layer, sweat crawling up the walls, wet spot. flesh. slipping. call me wet trampoline, she said, in the blanket belly of my winter baseme...
Posted by Borislav on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 12:17:00 PST |
DB from Minnesota |
I worked for a full 10 hours today. Delivering subs, washing greasy meatball pans and broccoli cheese buckets, swapping floors and wiping tables. It's the first time in my life I've worked a full shif...
Posted by Borislav on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 03:33:00 PST |
meditation / medication / medi-medi med med |
this feeling is... it's the wind, wearing a trench-coat, moaning at my door; it's a familiar stranger, the type you always have questions for once they've left. It's the feeling of a mute and hollow s...
Posted by Borislav on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 11:20:00 PST |
new story |
You know how I do what I do, when it comes to short stories. Also, one of my previous blogs appears in here, with a gentle face-lift, in harmony with my habit to never revise and always recycle good ...
Posted by Borislav on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 11:47:00 PST |
Then drop it |
I want to be there when it drops.The bomb on Nagasaki was dubbed "fat boy." I imagine it in a pair of trousers and a baseball cap. A shy, obese kid with a belly full of atoms anxious to split. And I w...
Posted by Borislav on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 12:59:00 PST |
Zum |
A universe, vast as a blanket. Maybe it has a small family, usually divisible by 3, or maybe it has an infinite string of cousins and uncles. It gets fatter all the time, yet if you look at it, you'll...
Posted by Borislav on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 01:14:00 PST |
SHake Redux |
Latest draft of this story that refuses to be completed:Shake I unplug the carton from the metal, icy shelf. My fingers, numb to the manufactured weather, squeeze the carton and that satisfying rip, ...
Posted by Borislav on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 12:51:00 PST |
Theres so much of it, you know |
There's life, running at your feet, you're thick in it, it's loud and feels like a headache sometimes, I know, but this is it, trust me, and it's yours, like your two hands, and you have love and hate...
Posted by Borislav on Sat, 29 Dec 2007 03:24:00 PST |
theories |
There's theories, all sort of ideas about the good life, the true God, absolute Truth, underlying Truth, shoelaces made of connection souls, psychoanalytics, bonatic excavations, and there's all these...
Posted by Borislav on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 08:52:00 PST |
these people |
There are these people,fucking tons of them, that live and walk, amongst their kind,carrying shopping bags,leaving tips.They read these newspapers.They wear so much make-up.They're up with the sun.The...
Posted by Borislav on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 01:31:00 PST |
