one step leads to the first set of prints. the second is mired in a collage of eyes. on the third try we inhale the book of lies, clouds streaked with bands of gold warning this is significant the crux of some new and harder truth we watch for the careful tracks of landscape as … More the careful tracks of landscape by Alex S. Johnson
The raccoon placed his paws on the table. Above him, a single naked lightbulb swayed. “Cigarette?” asked Detective Joe Oroborus. “Man, you guys are old school. No thanks,” said the raccoon. “According to a witness statement, you were last seen in the vicinity of the thermite bomb attack wherein…” “Hello? Excuse me? Do I look … More The Way of the Raccoon by Alex S. Johnson
“You are a bad, bad man,” he said. On the other side of the wall, through the transparency, he heard a tapping, as of some big-busted albeit phallus-laden ghost–A Chickdickghoulie. The transparency today was not so much. In fact, it bordered on opaque. His inability to see through, today of all days when he really … More A Bad, Bad Man by Alex S. Johnson
Joe Oroborus was in a foul humor. “So what are we saying here, besides ‘traces of thermite were found near the victim’s head?” “You don’t think that’s important?” Joe’s partner in the criminal-apprehension business, Sweetback Glide, lit a mindbogglingly large bomber. The two were crouched in the back of Glide’s patrol car, stoned out of … More Present Tense by Alex S. Johnson
Holding the glass half shattered neither full nor empty it’s both and neither the vital water spilled and we’ve been left with these pieces which we try in vain to rearrange like a deranged puzzle only there were forms that fit while now, nothing does a faultline runs through it through all mirrors a warp, … More Holding the Glass Half Shattered by Alex S. Johnson
Another bombed poet experiment in hedonistic vial spilled of the elan vital coupon for severed heads blood in the fridge teetering on the stage spilling words as a row commences as the scenery shifts again behind returning to war mode and the lances and talons of hawks for a quick, knee-trembling high get your blood … More Another Bombed Poet
Takeaway: do not let them see this. Repeat. Datomime is the real fake news. It contains an exponential mirroring effect. Once ingested, datomime remains in the system indefinitely and can be potentiated with any image of XX frequency. I saw datomime chatting up werewolves in Soho. It has aspects of wabbit twickery. Datomime attaches to … More Datomime by Alex S. Johnson
“So, children,” he said. “What kind of story would you like to hear?” The kids looked stunned for a moment, then pandemonium broke out. A redhead raised her hand. The library storyteller nodded. “Yes?” The girl was full to bursting with eagerness. “A Christmas story!” “Yay!” George Butler smiled. Despite all the grim things you … More A Merry Christmassy Tale by Alex S. Johnson
She wanted all the details. You could tell when they did. “Underwater…” “Underwater vampire scope,” he said, efficiently clipping his syllables so she would think he was that kind of man. His tie, nicknamed “Museum to be Destroyed,” wobbled in the dark, the dazzler of reptile brains; but maybe not hers…at least right now. “Oh.” … More Underwater Vampire Scope by Alex S. Johnson
Floating and Flying is Easy. From a dream perspective, it’s sufficient to remember, “Oh, I can fly” to get a good altitude and keep it. Animals Speak Our Language. Yes, cats and dogs know our language too.
Mirror-Craft 