The self is as impossible as money, as impossible as spider eyes of enamel, as likely as someone else’s dream. © Thad Fowler. All rights reserved.

© Thad Fowler. All rights reserved.

Note: The alphabet rhymes posted here are NOT intended for children. Check out A–H here and I–Q here.   R is for Rose, who imagined a scene of sumo wrestlers facing opponents most lean.   S is for Sal, who had a great passion for driving new patterns right out of fashion.   T is for Terry, who […]

Note: The alphabet rhymes posted here are NOT intended for children. Check out A–H here.   I is for Iggy, who stepped in some muck but figured out how to spin it as luck.   J is for Janice, who entered the room and found a tall man wearing only a plume.   K is for […]

Note: The alphabet rhymes posted here are NOT intended for children.   A is for Alpert, who got lost in his house but found in his head a most charming mouse.   B is for Betsy, who caught in the wind the scent of orange blossoms mixed in with sin.   C is for Chuck, […]

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It’s tomorrow. Today was yesterday, and the day before prehistory—a time about which our knowledge is based on partially decoded graffiti, elephant footprints, and a smooth curve of desire. © Thad Fowler. All rights reserved.

When your best self lapses, use the cruelties you commit as a reminder of who you could become: a big purple giant. Hold a vigil for the new age of hanky-panky we’re awaiting, for if you don’t we’ll find ourselves in an age of the hokey-pokey instead. (Live in parentheses for a while) and then […]

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