The Geecologist

The Drunken Boat

The Drunken Boat

Jul 24, 2021 | Fiction, Poetry

As I was going down impassive Rivers,I no longer felt myself guided by haulers:Yelping redskins had taken them as targetsAnd had nailed them naked to colored stakes. I was indifferent to all crews,The bearer of Flemish wheat or English cottonsWhen with my haulers this...
Eileen

Eileen

Jan 12, 2018 | Fiction | 0 comments

My mother never packed lunches for me to take to school when I was growing up. I’d sit and stare down at my knees while the other children ate their sandwiches, my stomach empty and rumbling. As soon as I’d get home in the afternoon, I filled my belly with...
“Why Do I Love” You, Sir?

“Why Do I Love” You, Sir?

Nov 4, 2015 | Fiction, Poetry | 0 comments

“Why do I love” You, Sir?  Because—  The Wind does not require the Grass  To answer—Wherefore when He pass  She cannot keep Her place.  Because He knows—and  Do not You—  And We know not—  Enough for Us  The Wisdom it be so—  The Lightning—never asked an...
Linger Awhile

Linger Awhile

Aug 14, 2014 | Fiction | 0 comments

Suspension of disbelief is the first step in doing anything hitherto thought impossible. Yes. I keep telling myself that. I’m Istvan Fallok and I believe that I’m going to reconstitute Justine Trimble from the magnetised particles of a videotape. I believe...