Spinozablue’s August edition features a new film by Shabnam Piryaei, art by Mark Zlomislic, fiction by E.K. Smith, and poetry by Valentina Cano and Howie Good. * * * * * The story of Cuchulain has me thinking about panthers. Black panthers. Not because they appear in the myths. As far as I remember, none do. Nor do we see lions, leopards or tigers. Panthers are relatively small and powerful, sleek, taut and coiled, and they explode…
FIVE IN THE MORNING As I lie sleepless in the semidarkness, birds warm up their voices, & it occurs to me that only birds know what birds are saying, just as only you know how to make me crackle & roar like the burning lab of a mad scientist. THE SUICIDE PROJECT 1 Everyone who knew you knew you loved guns, & when you pressed the nickel- plated barrel of a favorite under your chin,…
New additions to Spinozablue include poems from Kyle Hemmings and Howie Good. Both bring the uncanny and the marvelous to the fore in unique ways. Two things sorely lacking in Art, to our great sadness. * * * * * A few days ago I mused about The Other and difference. The foreignness of things, of certain subjects for Art, of their magnetism. In a sense, that could be a sign of my backsliding from the Zennish path,…
PROSTHETIC DREAMS A bird I can’t identify by its red markings visits me, holding a playing card in its beak. I feel elated to finally be remembered. But when I grab for the card, the bird darts away. Come back, I yell, and the bird does. I realize then that its markings are actually splashes of paint or maybe even blood. The shock wakes me up. I once took thirteen years to write a poem, if you count…