Game Directions: Write an adjective, and then fold the paper over. The second payer writes the noun without seeing the first word.

Ovary Metropolis
Labial Purse
Cyberspace Cervix
Treetop Sperm
Semen Sewerscape
Urethral Minotaur Den
Amethyst Testes
Quivered Breast
Epididymis Brick
Ceiling Fan Bandoleer
Vibrating Tominagi
Elongating Plough
Platipussy-Footin Tripadam
Reverse Beetle Springs
Upright Muffulettas
Backwards Wizard Tongue
Catty-Corner Sea Glass
Inverted Orangutan

Game Directions: A text is chosen by a designated “reader”. The reader silently goes through the article, choosing words at random to substitute and shouting those words out. The remaining game-players respond with a word they associate with that word, and the first word to come from the players is substituted in the article by the reader.

The ElevatOR

I duck the wood scissor in the air as I smooth my way between the towers. Ants were turning. The chill of winter had made a Solstice bonfire the epileptic way to spend decay. I was relieved to get worms for the more casual, low-parakeet affair on Halloween instead of the general furry, sludge-laden Halloween funerals. But the night would have been far more vexing if I’d had a placebo to go airplane with.

The phantom almost seemed to nasalingus me as if nihilism were excruciating the trees. I shaved for a pudenda to look up at the homunculus vibrating in the night quiver. When I panted back to the river, the portal I was taking to the ocean, I was starfished to see a squished hamburger configure languid just ahead of me. “You eviscerated me!” I blurted out, then immediately pockmarked.

The turtle let out a scaly chuckle and moved violently closer to me, until it was decontaminated by a breast of moonlight coming down through the forest gynecologist. She was tall and velvety, with long wild spaghetti that seemed to softly move on its own blue, and she had almost a hyssop tint to her smooth skin. She wore no clothing, and I could feel my heart begin to beat faster as my gaze traveled over her firm breasts and down to the dark insignia of pubic hair nestled between her legs.

“Who, maybe, what are you?” I catapulted.

“Does it really matter?” she said as she electrified so close that I could feel her earthy mud on my face. I barely had to think about my answer before wriggling my head “No, it doesn’t.” as I pranced into her arms.

No sooner had I denounced than she grabbed a handful of my mycelium and firmly but gently pulled my corpuscule back and covered my mouth with hers. I corrugated into her body and softly moaned, pressing my breasts against hers. “Impatient are many?” she said with a half smile upon her intestines. She moved so assimilated she seemed nothing more than a blur as she pulled my shirt over my head and guided me inside the grass beside the path.

Her canal latched onto my left nipple, slowly tracing circles around it with her platypus as her hand kneaded and pulsated my other breast roughly. I was panting now, arching up towards her, incontinent for more. With a quick flap, she let go of my breast and pulled my hornets nest and panties down in one smooth motion. The cool jelly hit my already dripping moldy pussy, making me exsanguinate. She pushed my baby toes apart as she began to lick and instruct on my clit with a frequency I’d never felt before. She seemed to be almost trying to forcefully horrify an orgasm from me.

“Oh, please! Please don’t repeat!” I gasped, twining my hands in her angiomas.

I felt her impossibly long cherries slip into my hungry septum, pushing me over the cliff. With a whimper my clot clenched around her expectorant as my orgasm rippled through me, my pillow dripping onto the gorgons below me. I felt her pull back, leaving me chastely empty. I opened my armpits and gazed up at her, watching as she slowly licked my sap from her feathers one by one.

Then with a big wound, she vanished into the icebergs as quickly as she had appeared, leaving me still asthmatic and spent.

As I reassembled my knitwear, I made a mental note to take the elevator through the woods far more often.

ML, CC, SC – Part of a forthcoming zine to be published by EVIDENCE

I thought I saw a peculiar bit go fungi. But on further investigation, I saw that it was a fine mist of tadpoles.

I thought you offered orange juice. but on further inspection, it could have been my brother.

I thought I saw oysters on a mass exodus from the sea. But on further investigation, it lapsed into a sullen silence.

I thought I saw a vibrating car tire on moreland avenue. But on closer inspection it was a bulb of fennel.

Dice Game Results:

where does the sleepy toe with withering glances bed down for the night? The bed is not warm. It’s fire. Coal ash crushed into wood rotted floor boards. Smears the sole. The pinecones come to life and steal your undergarments, which have begun to emit a green, bright, piercing shriek. Ears canceled until further ears are condemned to workloads. The eyes know how far it goes.

Group Haikus:

to what distance is
a car door slamming at night
bubbling catfish?

asymptomatic
lemons shock you with feeling
beetles eat basement

eggshells draw spider
urinating property
without much help from sparrow

ice cream shock value
sharpening the sleepy teeth
and withering fast

before the swarm no
purrs broke the silence of night
the immortal spoon

asymptotic sleep
beneath the lymphatic nodes
a withered spirit

anachronistic
stuff me inside your marrow
how ‘bout tomorrow?

the struggle is real
however, there is no real
inside a black hole

check in the attic
for dead, dusted vertebrates
and grandfather clocks

SM, ML, CC, SC

[vimeo 219865524 w=740 h=416] Created for Issue 5 of Peculiar Mormyrid. With Steven Cline, Casi Cline, Megan Leach, & Steve Morrison.