Live: Jennifer Robin has worked with avant-garde musicians for twenty years. She booked a live weekly variety show, Night of the Living Tongue, on Portland’s KBOO 90.7 FM, from 1999-2008. She has read and recorded […]
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Death Confetti (in 1 line)
Civilization is a nightmare-illusion, a three-dimensional spreadsheet perpetuated by machines that hypnotize meat. (From the introduction to Death Confetti: Pickers, Punks, and Transit Ghosts in Portland,[…]
Excerpt from Poo Poo Splatter Splat
Even a backpack can be an explosive device, and whenever I see one abandoned on a highway median or a bus shelter, I think of the teams of plastic-wrapped security drones who will inevitably come […]
Excerpt from Ouija/Bored
Who was its previous owner? Did it have several? I visualized a teenaged boy with a face like a moth. He wore a ruffled tux and held Black Masses in a split-level ranch house. I […]
Excerpt From Bus Hostage
He turned the ignition. He killed the interior lights. The joyride began—or should I call it a painride? The bus veered out of the suburb. It started racing down country roads. With the interior lights […]
Excerpt from Whack-Whack
In another life she would have been Joan of Arc, but on this bus she was more like Nurse Ratchett, the big blonde woman with arms like a titan who kept growling at her […]
Excerpt From Krishna-Krishna
I would wander through markets and late night cafes, and take notes, compulsively, and when I got hungry, I would go to the Hare Krishna temple and eat Indian food. Nothing comes for free, of […]
Excerpt from Publix Hotel/Joe’s
In downtown Seattle by Union Station there is a corroded metal awning that reads Publix Hotel, and at certain points the metal has corroded a micron wide, and at some points you could (if you […]
Excerpt from Toilet Humper
This is what he did. It is not meant as a bizarre metaphor. The man would unzip his fly, shrug down his pants (or if he was in an elaborate mood, put on a ladies’ […]
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