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Madcap – Jessie Janeshek
(Stalking Horse Press, 2019)
13 ways of using a blackbird
(after reading Wallace Stevens’ poem
“Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”)
About Rikki Ducornet: “Ducornet is an American postmodernist, writer, poet, and artist. Her father was a professor of sociology, and her mother hosted community-interest programs on radio and television. Ducornet grew up on the campus of Bard College in New York, earning a B.A. in Fine Arts from the same institution in 1964. While at Bard she met Robert Coover and Robert Kelly, two authors who shared Ducornet’s fascination with metamorphosis and provided early models of how fiction might express this interest. In 1972 she moved to the Loire Valley in France with her then husband, Guy Ducornet. In 1988 she won a Bunting Institute fellowship at Radcliffe. In 1989 she moved back to North America after accepting a teaching position in the English Department at The University of Denver. In 2007, she replaced retired Dr. Ernest Gaines as Writer in Residence at the The University of Louisiana. In 2008, The American Academy of Arts and Letters conferred upon her one of the eight annual Academy Awards presented to writers.” – GoodreadsContinue reading “The Complete Butcher’s Tales by Rikki Ducornet”
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the aeroplane passed another universe
on the way to Florida, of
When the tramp had finished the pastries, his mien took on a less fatigued and waxy look. He looked me in the eye, nodding appreciatively. His mouth cracked open into a convivial, gap-toothed smile and I witnessed a little life enter the one open eye.Continue reading “An Excerpt from Night of the Long Goodbyes”
Tessa swam as a fish among fish, a scaled and finned body. The sound of the churning water like an echo chamber. Then she was neither fish nor infant, but unborn baby. Fetus- formed, she backstroked in the russet sea of her mother’s womb. She continued to perceive the fish beside her, around her. What are you doing in my mother? she asked the group of fish. This is my home. The slimy creatures looked at her with omniscient eyes. This is our element, not yours, they said. Then she was an infantile human again, in the shivering river, as she always had been. She was translucent now, red and blue veins like tattoos beneath her jelly flesh, deeper still was the soft chalk of her skeleton. I’m not one of you, she said. They hovered closer, as if to whisper in her ears. No, you are not. Her eyes slid like egg yolks to the side of her head, over her fragile temples. Fissures appeared at the hinges of her jaw. She thought that if she tried hard enough she could get used to this netherworld. Can I be in your family? she asked. Five of them laughed, pearly bubbles escaping from their pink mouths. Then they vanished. The water vanished. She vanished.Continue reading “Heir and Sea: An Excerpt from Sea Above, Sun Below”
Umbilicus — A Ghazal
The geoduck. In terms of the record
for longevity, every other species is outscored.
Idly she filters plankton, lays 5 billion
eggs; no predators, lives in complete accord.
About Mad Scientist Journal: Though initially established in 1818, time travel has allowed Mad Scientist Journal to become the preeminent scientific journal for atypical scientific theories and journeys throughout all of space and time. Or maybe that’s not actually true. Perhaps it is more accurate to describe it as a mad-scientist-themed zine established in 2011 whose last issue will come out in the beginning of 2020.
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