Notes from the Editor’s Desk: in the Umbrage of Cumberment
One of the pleasures of working with language is the sense of discovery.
Christopher Mollison31 July, 2020
Spring Break, Summer Stitches Holding
Notes on a necessary pause.
Christopher Mollison4 October, 2018
Raising the Mars Bar
An MMA friend of mine misread “martial artist” and applied for a scheme which saw him take up a three month residency on Mars. He’s charming and athletic and probably NASA had the final say on who went.
Christopher Mollison5 February, 2018
Connexion
Copyright 2018 Karin Mora What was the name of the poet who helped me during Resolute Cliff?
Christopher Mollison5 February, 2018
Trixon
Copyright Urban Mole 2017 What if Trump's first interview as president were taken as found poetry and read as a libretto? And what if it were spliced with John Adams' opera, Nixon in China?
Christopher Mollison7 March, 2017
Baking on the Beligian Border
Copyright Urban Mole 2017 When the Martians arrived above New Jersey in 1938, panic spread among the credulous . People couldn't flee far enough, partly because they were left breathless from all the screaming, but mostly because there was no way to outpace a threat so fast moving as to…
Christopher Mollison2 February, 2017
Eugoogleogy
Copyright Urban Mole 2016 Trust is a mountaineer's rope made from the laces of dead climbers' shoes. It is predicated on truth values but incorporates fallibility because often the thing you trust, or the class of thing you trust, has been known to fail. Scientists sometimes lie, air planes occasionally…
Christopher Mollison8 December, 2016
Why Superman Wears Tight Pants — On The Outside.
Copyright Urban Mole 2016 Not, as the title might suggest, because he is a narcissistic arse who seeks to demoralise his foes and shame his friends one undulation at a time. His costume is a construct designed to closely adhere to the physical representation of the Platonic Form that Superman…
Christopher Mollison21 July, 2016
Speak-See and Mouth-Mind Topology
kiki bouba, Copyright Urban Mole 2016 I read a German children's book on woods and woodland creatures recently, and found myself stuck on page fifteen saying "hohl, hohl, hohl" like a Danish Santa Claus. It means hollow, and it makes hollow when you say it. Hohl. It's connected to words…
Christopher Mollison5 July, 2016