Prose on DELI ISLAND

Trials and Tribulations, April 6th, 2026

Mon, 06 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000

While driving home late at night from a quite monotonous workday, something peculiar happened. As if due to a sudden onset of enlightenment, a sudden attaining of understanding, I began to see much more than I did before.

I observed myself, in my sad, little, twelve year old econobox, hurtling down the freeway at fifteen over the posted speed limit, a fragile metal box containing a fragile fleshy vessel containing a poor man’s immortal soul. Leaning back into the grey upholstered chair, my extruded appendages strewn across the stained upholstery, I peered out of the windshield, a view framed by the A-pillars to the sides and the glowing dash cluster below.

I miss when men used to go to war

Fri, 31 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000

I miss when men used to go to war.

I miss when men used to commit cruelty to their brothers.

I miss when men used to have a fire of anger in their eyes as they ripped apart and were ripped apart.

I miss when men would place their palms on the two sides of a head, wrapping their fingers over the forehead and ripping a skull in two, silencing the scream and exposing the tender jelly which is the center of all human experience.

Some Further Thoughts on the South Thailanders

Thu, 08 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Do you know just how many South Thailanders there are? Millions, tens of millions. Maybe even hundreds of millions.

Oh so many! Are they all unique, or do they repeat at some point?

Did God make each and every one with his hands, painting each mole and scar upon their person, forming each of their fingers with his fingers out of their clay, or did he phone a few in?

Twenty Thousand South Thailanders

Mon, 17 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Of the South Thailanders, there is the aforementioned cat breeder. When he is not engaged in his contemptuous commerce with the dog breeder, which, as previously explained, threatens to destroy the very boundary between the two species, he is engaged in a mad quest to selectively breed larger and larger domestic felines. To what end you may ask? Well, he wonders to himself, at every waking and unwaking moment,

“What if a cat were as big as a tiger?”

Hills of Ajlun

Mon, 03 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000

He stares blankly into the horizon, his gaze resting gently on the crests of the green hills. It is a lethargic gaze, which, without the hilltops to support it, would surely fall freely to the ground. In a similar manner, he was resting his chin on his hand, with his elbow propped against the hard wooden counter. Nearby was his fifth cup of tea today, it only being an hour or so past noon, with its fragrant, familiar steam wafting lazily above the rim of the glass. Despite his sloth, he will be sure to not let his tea get cold.

Chorus

Wed, 23 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000

In this moment can be heard the lamentations of the orphaned. The incessant wailing of the meek, destitute widows who, against their will, demand pity in their cries. The final shrieks of the countless poor souls, taken up from this world in an infinite number of horrific catastrophes of misery, their calls echoed and multiplied, each one followed by a thousand others in their wake. The explosions, as large drums, form a rhythm of growing tempo, with each blast launching the plenary limbs of the unfortunate into the air, fountains of flesh rising from the densely packed ensemble. These sounds converge and form the growing symphony of suffering.

A Moment of Romance

Mon, 21 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000

The feminine to be desired and the masculine who desires.

Her effortless guile and grace, gathering the glances of those around her. She glides across the ground, her gown flowing with each gentle gust of wind. Her focus is unbothered. Her green eyes, large and bright like two fine emeralds, float across the horizon, taking in the beauty of the sky and clouds. Her beautiful face, with a refined, genteel countenance, softly turns atop her slender neck towards nothing in particular.

Evening

Sun, 20 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000

The sky in the evening hour as it turns the bright cyan shade of Uranus, quickly darkening into an oppressive Neptune. What can be said about it? The sky becomes thick with hue, no longer the transparent backdrop of earthly life but itself a gelatin throughout which all floats. An opaque broth which envelopes and warms. Wasting the evening on the balcony, watching the color shift. A short window, it passes in less than twenty minutes. Ignore the bitter cold, help oneself to multiple layers and a kettle of tea to quell any distraction. Above oneself is draped a thick cyan mist, intoxicating and alluring. An enchanting visage decorated with stones of topaz and turquoise, sporting a teasing smile. On display is the shyly androgynous beauty of the Uranus sky, with its youthful frolic and gaiety, as it playfully loosens the robes of its clouds. With undue haste it passes by its ardent admirers, and leaves them with the gravely oppressive Neptune, which, with its solemn darkening, lulls one into the realization that it is over, that the object of our admiration has moved on. The mystically enchanting irises which envelop the world, the earth itself the pupil of the beautiful eye, imperceptibly shifts from its innocently playful cyan and into a severe and somber navy, and blinks away into the oppressive darkness. The enchanting beauty which once inspired much longing gives way to a nauseatingly heavy ennui. The romance of what could have been gives way to what is. Focus to the sky. Focus to the shift. It can be felt. It’s dark now, and it’s time to head inside.

Ten Thousand South Thailanders

Sat, 19 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Consider ten thousand South Thailanders. One deals in dogs, another cats. Between the two exists the most horrific exchange, a constantly flowing market of horrific mongrels. The driving force of this exchange isn’t some seeking of profit, but solely the morbid curiosity to see what will come of the next generation to be bred. At what point do the cat and dog hybridize? The genus felis combines with the canis. What would it be called? What would it wish to be called?

Concept II

Tue, 27 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000

“He swung his legendary claymore, Grendethal, around his head, causing the swarm of orcs that had gathered around him to leap back. By now word of his heroic feats of strength and virtue had spread across the land, and the mythic power of the blade of Grendethal was known by all. With a powerful lunge, he swung his blade in a great sweeping motion and took the head of the orc captain, Urgthon, our hero’s powerful chest striating as he pulls the blade through his enemy’s thick green neck. The orcish army was shaken, fearing righteous retribution from the muscular, rugged hands of our hero, Huraclion.

Concept I

Sat, 17 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000

I circled the neighborhood several times as it neared evening, watching the bestial masses gathering onto the street, each endeavoring to find some way to find their nut. While deeply disgusted, I was nevertheless intrigued. I envied them. Nothing bothered them, nothing occupied their mind, nothing except their next meal, next sleep, and next fuck. No self consciousness, as that requires a level of self awareness not yet achieved by this crowd. Purely bestial, entirely unchained, entirely wild.

A Review of “Dog’s Day Out”

Sat, 29 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Dog’s Day Out is the latest literary masterpiece crafted and published by the enigmatic Deli Isle. In this wrenching romance, the eponymous dog sallies out to an establishment seeking to purchase various goods. Driven by his desires, the dog then peruses the aisles of this establishment, pondering the wide and varied selection of refreshments.

The dog first reaches for a bag of savory chips, seeking to fill his stomach with the salty sustenance. These chips, filling and nourishing him, cause him to then seek refreshment of a liquid variety due to the salinity of their seasoning. For this reason, he follows these chips with a can of soda, as well as some candy, perhaps bonbons or some variety of praline. To close out this adventure of nourishment, he then reaches for ice cream as a solace from the oppressive heat of the sun. Satiated, the dog then retires home.

For the Grain Elevator

Tue, 11 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000

I think about your marvelous stature, your towering windows, how they overlook the southern railway station and the canning factory. How, from your heights, one can overlook the southern neighborhoods past the Yelshanka river.

And how from your windows, men crowd, intently watching the horizon. From your heights, the barrels of many machine guns simultaneously spew hot lead angrily across the steppe, as voices in a choir, their bullets scattering the many who ardently gaze in admiration, looking up in awe, death shining down as rays from the sun which fall from heaven between the crevices of the clouds. The men cower in the face of your divine posture, fearing the heavy blows which it rains from above.

Pretension

Tue, 21 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000

To write is itself a gross declaration of a deep pretension. To write is to declare to all, “My thoughts are important! So important, that I must export them from my mind into the minds of others. My thoughts, my wondrous thoughts, are to good to simply be my thoughts. They must be everyone’s thoughts. The words in my mind must bounce around in the heads of others, their thoughts, annihilated, replaced with mine.” The vanity of mind, that the mere excrement of thought must be immortalized in word. And truly, thought is excrement. It’s done without intent, unconsciously throughout existence, it appears as does an urge, and the self-aggrandizing so called “author,” rather than discarding of this excrement as everyone else does, feels that he must smear it all across some parchment and shove it in the face of all around him. His glorious declaration, “I think! And this is what I’ve thought!” And without the slightest shame, akin to a toddler declaring that he is now potty trained. Maybe he should’ve been taught how to flush.