Dead Love: Zombie Ninja...

Clément likes to do his translations and occasionally, when the mood overtakes me, I scribble scraps of poems in my many notebooks. My reading of Bruce Boston’s Dark Matters inspired a scribbling frenzy. I wrote a bunch of poems, mostly about ninjas, and I think I’ll share...

Dead Love: For the Poet...

Last night I was swooning again (near-zombie occupational hazard) over the glittering, edge-of-the-cosmos-and-mind poetry of Bruce Boston in his recently released Dark Matters.  What can I say? The guy just blows me away. Boston is the author of 45 books and chapbooks and winner of an...

Dead Love: Central Vall...

Ever walk around in a kind of zombie fog? There are a lot of ways to get there: drugs, alcohol, stress, illness, anxiety, past trauma … the list goes on and on. Personally, I’m quite comfortable in a fog. I’m especially fond of Tule fog, the swampy, soupy ground fog,...

10. Girl Crazy (3)

The three old men nodded, began talking amongst themselves. Clément sauntered toward Ryu, took a stand at his side. “I’ve won this round. You’re mine, now,” he whispered and put his right arm, the one with the fingerless hand, around the yakuza’s shoulders; the other arm hung limp at his...

Dead Love: Shout Out to...

Zoe—Bonegirl—is virtually one of my best friends. She’s my online pal and I am hers. See her post: My Friend, Erin. So here’s a shout out to her: I love you, Zoe! One day your book will be out, and I will be celebrating you! Happy Thanksgiving to you, too! —Erin Orison, DEAD...