Lady Ermyntrude Coldfish Castle Dearest E, I say, you’ve jolly well got to drop whatever you are doing (probably something silly, like Higher Math, which is just the sort of thing that would appeal to your frivolous mind) and come here at once! Conjuro Te! If that is Latin, which… Continue reading
I don’t know quite how it came to pass that Alec (my boyfriend, whose image the interested reader may gaze upon, if s/he so chooses, by going to my post I is for… Inquest; the portrait labelled Merridew Wavering is me in drag; the portrait labelled The Claimant is Alec,… Continue reading
A Kind Of Teaser Visitors to this blog may or may not be aware that I also have a website, The Athertonian. The distinction between The Athertonian and Atherton’s Magic Vapour is slightly vague in my mind, and it is about to get even more difficult to tell the two… Continue reading
Beneath The Cream: A Piece Of Spam I Just Received, Re-Set As A Poem Test touches 0nline casin0 beneath the cream. The flesh tosses test past the tin circuit. The steep exit noses above test. The biased cylinder floors 0nline casin0. The insistence dies near the flaw. cheap knock off… Continue reading
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have just received a most disturbing message. It begins thusly: cartoons form of transport libido and movie theaters What? In theory, a spam message has a sort of purpose. Right? RIGHT? I mean, why else would they be sent out? But- the message above is the… Continue reading
It is 2213. Sancreek Bold, Editor-In-Chief of Atherton’s Magic Vapour, prefers the Peaceful Life. She does not want Adventure. She does not crave Excitement. Her interests include the Oxford Comma, French Irregular Verbs, and Stories Told From The Perspective of Weather. But, with Hugo Makewar (Ace Reporter, Dangerous Time-Traveling… Continue reading
Found Poetry/Digital Ephemera/Spam Messages I receive a fair amount of spam on my blog. The ones that get through my filter are all lovingly read, and occasionally I re-set one into a poem. Below is my favorite example of spam/found poetry (“O My Viagra, My New-Found-Land!”). You can read it,… Continue reading
The Mystery Section: An Open letter to Barnes and Noble, with painstakingly constructed visual aids Dear Barnes and Noble, I love mysteries. Therefore, when I found myself in a Barnes & Noble the other day, I naturally drifted over to the Mystery section. I had forgotten how useless this would… Continue reading
I Discover That I Am A Very Small And Extremely Insignificant God It was my entry for the letter O that tipped me off. “Madame Crepusky again!” I said, surprised and pleased to see that that dubious lady had bobbed up yet again in my Blogging From A To Z.… Continue reading
Zeppelin Z is for Zeppelin: A Poem Eleven Little Pleasure-Seekers On a Zeppelin One Got Vertigo, and Then There Were Ten Ten People Up Where The Air Is Fine; One Went Mad, and then There Were Nine. Nine Old Friends in the Hands of Fate; An Old Quarrel… Continue reading
