Author: bgkarma

so close to death each word on the switch of the electric chair you suffer so I have learned calmly to absorb your screams bowing deeply everything before me thanking with my eyes air conditioner cradled in kitchen window kitten’s healthy teeth finger runs across sentences as a guide toil information aged sea shell ocean…… Continue reading some haiku

was crying by the time they rolled the trailers black ink strong on a blank page the room we sleep in Thoreau says: “I can’t believe how their idle sitting does not lead them to suicide. they deserve some credit” walks in Rock Creek Park a temple effect sun all over my face. don’t walk…… Continue reading a movie-going young man

good to be back. went to DC over the weekend and I’m just rolling back into the practice of writing in electronic form. the return to DC meant a reintroduction to writing “physically” on the train. it is good practice. also a reunion with old friends, congestion (traffic), and the summer bustle of a big…… Continue reading quiet, unedited notes being submitted to a worldwide audience (and still not nervous)

running to the ice cream truck what do you have for me? a frog, young man fat frog with m&m eyes okay, I’ll take it how could I not? running through the woods pretending throwing rocks we would amass as many weapons as possible build forts out of trees that we could bend down some…… Continue reading fear of the unknown, panic, danger in the woods, comfort that ice cream brings in summer, the desire to be scared.

stunned stopped in place cover my face in shame can’t utter my own name the game is pain I help myself into the center of a new mess serving up a new drama and what, I’m going to read this drab at a poetry reading? “this one’s for you stewart.” tonight the tumbleweed rolls through.…… Continue reading adding up the small moments and getting lighter

this is going to be big!

1 of 2 I think I kissed this guy’s girlfriend in last night’s dream. he was pretty pissed at me. we were in a public bathroom and he smashed the back of my head on a sink. it was the worst pain I had ever felt. I was on the floor feeling this pain, this…… Continue reading death

remember when . . . the sentence ends. next train of thought. then the next. a coca-cola bottle cap. in other words, nothing. bigger things are happening out there. hidden things. the whispers slide in under the door. so n’ so won’t be here for much longer. let’s hope he enjoys his lunch. he said…… Continue reading an entry

you want a background? you got one. hazed photoshop noise, tint, backdropped. check. question, when can this be done? oh, it’s done right now. finished. stowaway. is it okay to collect stamps? what about coins? tell me the whole deal. what about MP3s? I download and listen later. inspired? I don’t hold my breath for…… Continue reading writing session from the grand ballroom

Essentia water. feel your breast plate. clean the slate. my place in time is based less on events, more on a state of mind. that’s what’s going to help you, to read back and see truth of actual thoughts, not necessarily concrete “today we went to the county fair and in the first five minutes,…… Continue reading the sun coming out and me writing passing the time feeling good that I’m doing the right thing