Digital Writ

Outbursting out loud. Sneezing directly into my cat’s face. Sorry. He knows I’m sorry, knows I’m basically gentle, and kind. I feel like in another life he taught me these. Then I said, “When you know that your opponent is truly their own worst enemy, most likely there’s nothing you have to do at all.…… Continue reading Outbursting

I come here not to be with people but to be around people. They call it many things, the antique district, hipster haven, that little death ridden road, etc. A good place maybe to watch them from afar. The wind carries the smell of bread. The wind spreads their smoke. Here it comes. And here…… Continue reading Then Everything

knees creak after that they crack that walking up haunted house stair sound broken on two hits like a fun house mirror they twist like your mother’s meds get taken away from her family you don’t wanna be around what like did you get to be with your people? not this year no and glad…… Continue reading Did You Get To Be With Your People?

it is a complicated life we’d do best to slim down settle we nearly burn our feet sticking them so close all crashed pressed up at the fire at the windows our names scraped in the frost my, what mighty thumbs faces we imagine staring back through the dark that come to bring harm the…… Continue reading Settle

It is a rain filled morning. All through out sleeping it came down and now its mist is all over for the sour pleasure of the old men. In the coffee shop: “Whoever keeps tagging my bathroom better hope I don’t find out who you are…” Dirk’s. It’s a sad spot especially since the owl…… Continue reading An Outlet For Being

Quick to jump the gun. I’ll take your head off. I’ll latch on, find the groove, and begin to pull. Wrong like that. Violent in thought. I’ve some lessons to learn in patience. It comes out in what I wire to the outside. Mostly I’ve gotta hold on it now. But words are razor wire.…… Continue reading The Burning Grasp

instant access instant attack the drier tumbles the set of bug bites stomped on the curb gum shoe’d gumption meditations for the surreal panic to express oneself caught in a state the young man slumps in his chair actually asleep at the party the saddest he can get he climbs back up revival in offices…… Continue reading What Young People Talk About

given a free coffee— it was just sittin’ there thought you’d like it yeah, I’ll take it thanks! I’ll fake till I make it sitting in another shop ain’t it pleasant? yeah, enough to make a ritual of it this narrative of mine presses forth while we disgust one another while the world spins like…… Continue reading A Day Grind

Did you hear that? Hear what? Listen! Wha… What the fuck was that? A door slams. (When I was a kid in high school, a friend and I ran by and slammed the door of a music hall.) After meditation, a man says to me that he’s really been picking up on the spirits around…… Continue reading Haunted Friday Morning