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Metric Time
Two months went missing, time went metric. Twelve to ten, base ten. This wasn’t laziness, a world fell to ruin, a marriage fell apart. In January, I let the autopay expire on the engagement ring’s insurance policy on the. It seemed like a solid, adult thing to do at the time. Adults own insurance. Adults…
November 2025
Snow has come early, mean air, mean slush. What do you want me to do, dance? It takes a stronger man than me to dance in this grim. It’s a bad day, so this is all I have. I don’t want to rebuild myself. Odd shapes, stickers, tape. We must be magnanimous in our writing,…
October 2025 Mix
Aster season is over. These native asters have bushed out in the back yard, and in hot September bloom with bee movement, a wavering, psychedelic landscape. I do not like large, showy flowers. I prefer multitudes, coin-small, a wealth of pennies. Summers are itchy, puffy times for me. I’m not stricken by allergies but am…
September 2025 Mix
I’ve written four book-length fiction manuscripts over the course of my life. The first two are embarrassing but the last two are wonderful—wonderful dead babies hanging from my belt that only I can see and smell rotting away from indifference. I don’t understand the culture. I never have and never will. I’m too dumb and…
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Jim Kourlas 