Nor Rain

02/20/17

When the boys captured the flag, the boys thought the country came with it. But
which country was that? Let’s ask parents. Nesting in a napkin, Billy’s mother lacked
both bicycles and chameleons and had no concept whatsoever of woolen surrender.
So Billy sat and sat and sat and sat. Would Billy’s father ever come home? Let’s
ask a hero.
Billy found the firefighter slumped by the curb. Billy sat next to the man’s
yellow-jumpsuit-encrusted toddler, who threw his half-eaten banana at the nearby crowd
of shoppers. No answer. No further resignation.
Nor wind nor rain nor the dance held in a huge ballroom on the moon shall deliver
such a man.
The firefighter had assumed that most people who take their own lives are old and
sick. Is it a sign of respect or sadness that you whisper?
If local residents had not taken action, he might still be sitting there. Perhaps you
could say he was rescued.
The final step in the hospital’s rehabilitation program allowed Billy’s mother to
visit the firefighter and realize that bloodhounds are really very gentle creatures. Billy’s
father posted insignificant gains and losses. Nowhere to be found.
Nor the possibility of pain and laughter among the shoppers surrounding the
improperly located banana peel. Nor the final contestants waltzing to the beautiful silence
of their lost country. Although common a hundred years ago.
Nor Billy, participating in the void, fireless.
Although frequently observed gathering as well as depositing symbols of
communication in the form of mysterious and sullen glances.


Fiction. Modern Abstract Fables.

(First edition, hardcover with dustjacket, 524 pages, $36.50 USD.)



Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days draws from fairy tales, a condescending of a 1938 Social Studies reader for 6th grade, an 1890 handbook on marital compatibility, numerous annoying educational advancement studies, the myths and legends of third-world countries and minority peoples, pulp fiction, a history of carnival side shows, folktales, frequent conversations with Crows, Owls and a wide variety of underground inhabitants, insects and the people who collect them, Joseph Cornell, Günter Eich, Russell Edson, the French Surrealist poets, the Quay Brothers, letterpress printing, and the author’s inability to channel his imagination linearly.

Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.