The Meganomicon
In Progress

Laughing Owl

Sailors brought a ship-full of cats on

land. They ate the mice and the chickens,

they furrowed into the bushland, through

swathed grass,

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ticking tails like hands on a brassy

clock. I cried like feral sheepdogs,

startling the parrots and doves, those

bright birds,

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moving in crimson and possum

grey. I laughed like two shipmen coming

onto shore, like breaking tide on a breasted

prow, fish

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under water.

Winter Break Book Review

After having a particularly rough semester and a long journey back to Boston, I’ve finally been able to sit down and relax at my parents house for the first time in months. My first order of business was to waste time on the internet, but my second order of business was to finally read a goddamn book for fun. There is a delicious irony in being a MFA graduate student- you talk all day about books, but you never get to read one (of your choice at least). I checked out Meg Cabot’s new book, Insatiable, which is the author’s first foray into vampire literature. My first impressions are that, while the book could be characterized as “fluff fiction”, it’s incredibly enjoyable. While the book relies heavily on the influence of HBO’s True Blood and Charlaine Harris’ Sookie Stackhouse novels (protagonist that can read minds/Byronian anti-hero love interest/casual, humorous tone, etc) and very obvious pop culture references thrown into the book (Marc Jacob’s tote, anyone?), overall, Cabot delivers what the readers are wanting, a quick, enjoyable paranormal love story. I’ll report back once I have finished the novel. I’m about halfway through as of this evening.

I’m back!

I’m back!


"On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the building. Photographer Robert Wiles took a photo of McHale’s oddly intact corpse a few minutes after her death. She had landed supine on a parked (and vacant) limousine and came to rest in an attitude that suggested peaceful sleep. The photo ran in the May 12, 1947 edition of LIFE Magazine and is often referred to as "The Most Beautiful Suicide". It was later used by visual artist Andy Warhol in one of his works."
-Wikipedia

"On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the building. Photographer Robert Wiles took a photo of McHale’s oddly intact corpse a few minutes after her death. She had landed supine on a parked (and vacant) limousine and came to rest in an attitude that suggested peaceful sleep. The photo ran in the May 12, 1947 edition of LIFE Magazine and is often referred to as "The Most Beautiful Suicide". It was later used by visual artist Andy Warhol in one of his works."

-Wikipedia


I saw these guys perform at Culture Shock yesterday. They ran over someone’s picnic basket with their van.

Poesy, pt. 1

Siren Song

My tail is as wide as an archipelago’s arc.

My arms are made of foam, spewed

from the grins of fish, Bermuda

Triangles of slippery skin, dark

Against the dawn-dappled water.

When I was a nymph, I wish I knew

That love never proves

Itself, that the human heart

Can never be pierced by words

Or other instruments. It

Is as hard as whalebone.