By Dallas Fender

Head Guru of The New Poetics

Le Boucher

“Are you still to learn that the end and perfection of our victories is to avoid the vices and infirmities of those whom we subdue?” Plutarch, Parallel Lives I EVERY MORNING AT ELEVEN the butcher tossed the expired, damaged, and discolored meats into the bone-can. When the can had filled to the brim, he would wheel…

Interference

“All he believes are his eyes, and his eyes, they just tell him lies.” Bob Dylan, Licence to Kill  

Chronostasis

“Under the spreading chestnut tree they leaned into each other for warmth that was escaping their bodies just as quickly as they could narrow the space between them.” Dylan Fremont, Cheaters    

All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace

“Alas, the gates of life never swing open except upon death, never open except upon the palaces and gardens of death. And the universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden. Blood everywhere and, where there is most life, horrible tormentors who dig your flesh, saw your bones, and retract your skin with sinister,…

American Rose

“The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man.” William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell   AFTER CUTTING THROUGH A SLICE OF KEY LIME PIE in some dime store diner last week, I…

The Land of Rape and Honey

“One baby to another says, “I’m lucky to have met you” I don’t care what you think unless it is about me It is now my duty to completely drain you I travel through a tube and end up in your infection Chew my meat for you Pass it back and forth in a passionate…

Trudeau

“The condition of man…is a condition of war of everyone against everyone.” Thomas Hobbes, Leviathan I IT WAS ELECTION DAY IN GRACELAND. I had lined up to vote in the party room located on the main floor of my condo. By the time I had arrived, the queue had already hit the double-digit mark. The…

The Red Balloon

“I sit on a man’s back choking him and making him carry me, and yet assure myself and others that I am sorry for him and wish to lighten his load by all means possible….except by getting off his back.” Leo Tolstoy, What Then Must We Do I RANDOLPH ORNETTE COLEMAN AWOKE ONE NIGHT in…