fiction, poetry, short stories

part of my complete annihilation of this site a couple months ago took away all my digital photographs, and while some might call that good riddance, my nostalgia for the past (and exhibitionist vanity) inspires me to slam them up again. so you can now check out the cenophobia photo gallery powered by zenphoto. everything is slammed in there together and if I really get the time and inclination I’ll start organizing it by topic, weeding out the uninteresting photographs and adding comments to them all. with about a million other projects on my plate, however, don’t count on it.

Unlike you neutered mutts I stalk the night in scandal. I prowl, feed, fuck. I sleep in hovels– vanish in alleyways.

I don’t know Kibbles ‘N Bits or kitty litter. I shit where I please and eat dock rats.

I sit on rugged haunches: My right paw grew back crooked after that screeching screaming battle you could hear down Chartres St. My mane is a sutured mortar-wound hardened by weekend foulness.

I cannot clean myself by licking.

I don’t know my progeny but swear I hear their calls, long into naked night in this city of gutters alleys, filth–I feel their fighting, their anxious brawls and tenacious jaws, the children of raped wild cats breathe that dangerous word: feral.

So purr now, pretty, eat well and sleep long. I’ve never sat on any man’s lap.

Or… what ideas does Fred get in his head when he hasn’t had much else to think about lately? Welcome back, cenophobia traffic, I’m happy to be restoring this site ever so slowly into an incarnation that is better than the site was ever before. I know it’s somewhat abrupt to just, well, delete an entire website when you’re dissatisfied with it, but I’d just had enough of the annoying javascript scroll buttons that didn’t work in my gallery section. The delete button just made things so easy. I realize I still have a good amount of unique visitors, however, and a lot of stuff I’d like to write and share with the world that’s not covered in my other two sites, however (original radio drama by FinalRune Productions and my radio drama blog Radio Drama Revival!), and so cenophobia.com is back, with the slick blog layout you see for the homepage and soon (maybe even this weekend) an online photo gallery which will host all the different galleries I had before with hopefully as much verbage to get my google image rankings back up into the stratosphere. So what else will I share here? Thoughts, musings, and ruminations, like those above, as well as fragments and other pieces of writing which I think have some merit but aren’t ones I’m going to full fledge produce as a radio drama. Also, like half the people who use the internet, I’m a bit of a pedant photographer, and will share some of my visual interpretations of the world with you. But no pictures of my drunk friends dancing. As far as “life after coffee,” well, it may be just as it sounds–I’ve found that after quitting coffee for a week life does go on, and maybe you can even be happy without that quintessential brew. I also gave up beer this week, and am trying to resist the desperate urges that reek my untainted bloodstream. More on this soon. Welcome back, world!