Author: bgkarma

after all this time I want to thank you for being my priest for blessings along the way for doing all the hard work I admit I feel absolved relieved so it’s a good thing we’ve gotta be thankful for the good things if I have a soul if I can find it somewhere in…… Continue reading Untitled

Freak Angels by Warren Ellis

Memories of the first Shelter show at The Anthrax, Summer 1990. By Graham Land Some shows are just shows. Others are events. The first time Shelter played definitely belongs to the latter category. It was like the initial battle of an ideological war within hardcore; a struggle between those who hated religion and wanted it…… Continue reading Memories of the first Shelter show…

the writing area is a grey area is that cloud up in the heavens of thought and you want me to explain and define? or advise? instructions to go in are you-have-to-STEP-in you know the terrible feeling when you’ve got too drunk and the room is spinning? could be the grey area is some of…… Continue reading Untitled

for Claudia: to remove the thorn repeat steps three four and five to remove the thing crawling out of the hornets nest is all for the best to be alive again consult your doctor or local shaman if you really wanna know I’d say you have to come back to Earth again your eyes are…… Continue reading Untitled

sometimes drinking coffee it is the accepted drug here we douse ourselves in its gasoline and shake and chatter and quake and have attitudes and this is Oh I’m just drinking a lot of it right now and slide the drawer back in another untitled poem like you’re in the make out cave and crossing…… Continue reading Untitled

slim little thunderstorm sweeps through instead of going out I sit in my living room with the fan blowing with the radio show with Kalika’s demanding chirps with a nerve of quiet anger for things past with pasta settling with the new screen door in place with a fresh Friday night to bike out into…… Continue reading Untitled

A small notebook from a man known as John C. (possibly homeless) has been circulating downtown Houston. Last night I managed to get my hands on it and sat down to read its entirety, realizing quickly it has some really great moments. Here are a few gems: I’m not running from the fight but a…… Continue reading A circulating journal…