when greymalkin fisticuffs and his sidekick gherkin fiddlesticks flanked by kinktail the celtic-knot-tailed tomcat minnie the moocher geechy joe and the hi-de-ho man jitterbugged out of tornado and tinpan alley frisking their whiskers all caterwauling showmanship beneath palm fronds bristling into snarls like rottweilers attacking canine cottonwoods fanged as that hurly-burly banshee the hound of the baskervilles hickory branches combative and massive as the duo-octaval span of fats waller's short-lived stridemaster fingers quipping and barking an irrepressible ain’t misbehavin' in a withershins world gone thesaural for wind harum-scarum a harmattan in manhattan a brickfielder togged to the bricks in brooklyn a bedouin habob in hoboken a helm of williwaw squalls in harlem a derecho in detroit a chinook to shank chicago a boogie-woogie barrelhouse bora in battery park coming on like gangbusters out of the frying pan into the fire we leapt with a full moon livid as pinchbeck or yolk all brandyfire and crème brulée so bedevilled were we by the manhattan mountebank of a mephistophelian chef from hell's kitchen that jerrybuilt our gimcrack ramshackle ramekins could no longer protect us from his conjuring up a tornado to wirewhisk gilhoolie and spatula us away from our downhome homebody ways comfortable as casseroles once he severed the chalazae which anchored us shattered our vitelline membranes fragile as verrerie and verroterie mongered our shells for cascarones and all out of countenance and context left us con abbandono unkitchenered and unintact as huevos rancheros in a typhoon blustered into an anemoi of omelette our boundaries churned into a topsy-turvy gustily gustatory vangoghian free-for-all of breakfast a voluptuous scramble of sunflowers stars and albumen flanked by scuppernongs scumbled as succotash hi-de-hoing and susie-q-ing in a joint-was-jumping speakeasy of a still life exuberant as satchmo upstaging the scuttlebutting sackbuts and their skrittering affricatives ballyhoo as the nicholas brothers leapfrogging over each other to land spatchcocked into splits on a spiral staircase bedazzling as bill robinson bojangling percussive zapateados on giant tomtoms jubilant and jamboree as cab calloway and his maxim-gun vocal chords scatting up a cyclone zoot-suiting away all consuetude all desuetude with duende with pizzazz with the daisy-mazey-crazy of his zaz zuh zaz— for cab calloway, and for hepcats everywhere
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- On "Kritios Boy": I am re- reading this for the millionth time, through tears, once again. It is absolutely perfect! – Laurel Wexman
Jan 26 - On "Losing My Mind and Getting a New One": Beautifully movingly written so, Thank God, the talent and ability is still somehow, miraculously, intact. – Antonie Becker
Nov 21 - On "My Own Personal Mr. Crabtree": Garry, you mentioned this piece at the PVTU meeting - nicely written. It had me searching around, as things like this tend to do, for... – Jim Brennan
Nov 17 - On "NOTE: We are NOT currently taking submissions (except Fiction Awards until Jan 2020)": Hello All, Are you taking submissions for the June 2022 contest? – Dan Minnock
Mar 08 - On "I Made It Myself": Dear James, Thank you for sharing this outstanding essay. My father also built a "Z-Box" and I've recently taken up learning its backstory, even if... – D. Oakleaf
Jan 03 - On "NOTE: We are NOT currently taking submissions (except Fiction Awards until Jan 2020)": We're near the end of 2021. When will the 2020 Fiction Contest results be announced? – F. J. Bergmann
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Sep 15 - On "NOTE: We are NOT currently taking submissions (except Fiction Awards until Jan 2020)": Thanks, Richard, that is much appreciated! You stay safe, too! – Literal Latte
Dec 18 - On "NOTE: We are NOT currently taking submissions (except Fiction Awards until Jan 2020)": Hi James and Michelle (and other writers who have inquired) -- We're truly sorry about the delay. It looks like results for the fiction contest... – Literal Latte
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- On "Kritios Boy": I am re- reading this for the millionth time, through tears, once again. It is absolutely perfect! – Laurel Wexman