Articles by Matt Ronquillo
How to Pull a Driver’s Side Door off a Ford Explorer in a Junkyard after You’ve Fucked Your Life up (Part 2)
How to Pull a Driver’s Side Door off a Ford Explorer in a Junkyard after You’ve Fucked Your Life up (Part 2)
by Matt Ronquillo
“Here I am,” you’ll sing, “on the …
How to Pull a Driver’s Side Door off a Ford Explorer in a Junkyard after You’ve Fucked Your Life up (Part 1)
How to Pull a Driver’s Side Door off a Ford Explorer in a Junkyard after You’ve Fucked Your Life up (Part 1)
by Matt Ronquillo
For this to work, you’ll need to …
Little Green Mannerisms
Little Green Mannerisms
by Matt Ronquillo
The child had pristinely flat jaws of swirling granite.
Its teeth were intricately carved pieces of wood attached by hinges.
I carried it out to where mom had …
Room 2005
Room 2005
by Matt Ronquillo
My head is in the doorway. One of them is rocking back and forth in a black office chair. They’re all spit-balling ideas for a coming-to-terms children’s …
Review of The Parallax: Hypersleep Dialogues
The Parallax: Hypersleep Dialogues (2011) is an EP from the metal band Between the Buried and Me. Their first release through Metal Blade Records, it’s a science fiction death metal …
Go Went Gone
Go Went Gone
by Matt Ronquillo
To the shrieking eeriness of a pipesong,
I’ve transported from a pivotal point in the past
into water falling. I’m Xing you onto a timeline
to represent that point …
Fluxed
Fluxed
by Matt Ronquillo
Sounds of the young and upset:
Twang-rang-pot-bang (tornado dance in the kitchen),
like roof shingles sky-flipping in the wake of my orange sneakers
I’m an amphetamine-snot-rocketing-
counter-clock-wise-ass,
redhead hair-whipping
spiraling
alone
Aiming for purgatory,
yet perpetually older,
a …
Metalstar
Metalstar
by Matt Ronquillo
Terror Creak is the name I took from a bunch of friends
off six different dimensions.
None of which had pens or the will to invent them.
Hence this theft. I …
Viola
Viola
by Matt Ronquillo
A pioneer at forefront
Once hanging from a hook in a void room
Trying to fit abstract, revolving patterns into other ones
Now thrashes perpetually in the wake
Darling smiles cracked at …
Jakarta, Noise and I
Jakarta, Noise and I
by Matt Ronquillo
The selves and the mania forming broke down chaos
got dropped from the hands of new friends crossing outdated territories
where their futuristic maps got laid to …
Ran
Ran
by Matt Ronquillo
Stagnancy deactivated
like psycho-Texas-era-revival-mode.
Like using the same preposition
too much to describe everything.
Fuck wasting time.
The bone-encased
anti-homing device
haunts itself relentlessly
with a dark between the beams
that looms inward perpetually,
that already went and …
Freedom Slash Victory
Freedom Slash Victory
by Matt Ronquillo
Was chiefing like a whatever and on a pretty high dose of Concerta plus Adderoll of which the high I’ve deduced is a lot like cocaine …
Gwendolyn Fluxed
Gwendolyn Fluxed
by matt ronquillo
My friends wanted to go out dancing but I was like, “Flux you,” because I was tired from traveling, but they showed up at my apartment at …
Featherhead
Featherhead
by matt ronquillo
I’ve spent my whole life building a vehicle to launch myself into space with,
but I’ll probably flame out,
crashing into river rocks, grating into gravel with a serrated thunder …
’78 Two-Seater Limousine
’78 Two-Seater Limousine
by matt ronquillo
Gasoline finger-
tips tobacco
plug and chiefing
on the way
to get more chaw.
Knowing shadows,
seeing chaos
in the rear-view,
relinquishing it
facetiously.
Never alone,
always around
solitude-induced
illusion people
more full of shit than me.
Road is lancing
at my …
Scattered
Scattered
by matt ronquillo
Curling along a drawl tied to tongue alongside the flowing water’s current were sparks of a greater meaning as glimmers do among collective rivers:
“Nothing divides a people who …
Laced
laced
by matt ronquillo
Tim Kerosene had me out back on the porch talking with him about the long cranial whispers we’d hear when the whirlwinds ceased, like I was some kind …
The Ranchero Chronicles: Victorville
The Ranchero Chronicles: Victorville
by matt ronquillo
Dead birds flew through my windshield last fall
when they started letting cats into heaven.
I got out of the car with that
knife-shaped ice cube mold
and ran …
