November 1, 2018
Market Day II
I slapped my chickens with a ruler as they looked at their privates— they were ashamed and walked as if they were kings. I had punctured the chest of the […]
November 1, 2018
Introduction: Getting and Spending
“Money is a kind of poetry.” This is one of Wallace Stevens’s zingers in “Adagia.” Stevens dealt with money in his daily business at Hartford Indemnity, and I imagine he […]
November 1, 2018
That’s the Job
That’s the job, he said, shrugging his shoulders and running his hand through his hair, like Dante, or a spider that knows its web, That’s just the job, he repeated […]
November 1, 2018
Market Day
It was the market day and I had rented a stile by which I could number my patrons; and a tree, so that I could plant something living by my […]
November 1, 2018
“Three Demons”: Sanki Haiku I
From the Japanese. Money Flesh- colored spring moon, flaring above the graves. Hitched to the North Star, the pillar of ice grows fat. Airstrip, yellowing, terminates in the […]
November 1, 2018
The Task
You never expected to spend so many hours staring down an empty sheet of lined paper in the harsh inner light of an all-night diner, ruining your heart over mug […]
November 1, 2018
Customer Loyalty Program
The opposite of not existing is shopping. I am less the name given me than my portion of our nation’s GDP. Student loan interest rates and 401(k) projections tangle on […]
November 1, 2018
The Money
after Bobby Chacon I don’t care about the title I’m in this for the money I care about the title I care about the money I’m in this for the […]
November 1, 2018
Someone Is Always Shouting
Moon-head is shouting at me to back the fuck up on the forklift I am trying to jab into a tower of wooden pallets stacked all the way to the […]