Author: Russell Edson

The barber has accidentally taken off an ear. It lies like Something newborn on the floor in a nest of […]

A lighted window floats through the night Like a piece of paper in the wind. I want to see into […]

A huge shoe mounts up from the horizon, Squealing and grinding forward on small wheels, Even as a man sitting […]

A women had given birth to an old man. He cried to have again been caught in the pattern. Oh […]

The Captain becomes moody at sea. He’s Afraid of water; such bully amounts that prove the Seas. . . A […]

A man is fighting with a cup of coffee. The rules: he must not Break the cup nor spill its […]

I think, therefore I am, said a man whose mother quickly Hit him on the head, saying, I hit my […]

Here I am with my mother, hanging under the molt Of years, in a garden of umbrellas and rubber boots, […]

A butler asks, will Madam be having her morning coffee Alfresco? If you would be so good as to lift […]

The floor is something we must fight against. Whilst seemingly mere platform for the human Stance, it is that place […]

They have little use. They are best as objects of torment. No government cares what you do with them. Like […]

Mr Brain was a hermit dwarf who liked to eat shellfish off The moon. He liked to go into a […]

They let me in. I went right up to the nursery And climbed into the crib, and assumed the famous […]

In his travels he comes to a bridge made entirely of bones. Before crossing he writes a letter to his […]

Some gentlemen are floating in the meadow over The yellow grass. They seem to hover by those wonderful blue Little […]

There was a man who would marry his mother, and asked his Father for his mother’s hand in marriage, and […]

On the other side of a mirror there’s an inverse world, Where the insane go sane; where bones climb out […]

A woman prepared a mouse for her husband’s dinner, Roasting it with a blueberry in its mouth. At table he […]

A father with a huge eraser erases his daughter. When he Finishes there’s only a red smudge on the wall. […]

In sleep when an old man’s body is no longer Aware of his boundaries, and lies flattened by Gravity like […]