Digital Writ

kicking off shoes that strangle the feet putting the television on mute during commercials straightening back shaping posture sold your entire record collection in a few days now the money and the records are gone miss the bills miss the vinyl panning the eyes across the room scratches on the glass the fading world published…… Continue reading entry for the new year

Today’s meditation is, if you break a finger or two on your writing hand, just how will you get your writing done? With the hand that is free, you could peck out the sentences. Also you could record your voice and later have it transcribed, but it isn’t really as close to the natural process.…… Continue reading Untitled

About 75% moved into the new place. My body feels like it’s been run over by about 20 moving trucks. I’m dreading the rest of it tomorrow, all the crates of books. More later.

I’ve got that itching cough that reaches out and demands the next cough. Late, it continues on like this. A big apology to myself for not being able to sleep at a decent hours for so many days in a row. Somehow I’ll get back into shape, if that’s even possible any more. Winter kicks…… Continue reading this house produces insomnia

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It is simply too cold to write or do much of anything. The wind blows right through the windows and the walls and goes down to the bones. I’ll probably throw in a movie and bunker under three sets of blankets. This is insane, but this weekend we’ll be moving anyway. . .

When I was a kid we had this little tradition that I could open at least one present on Christmas Eve, and that would be the one tagged with my mom or dad’s name on it. The rest would arrive under the tree by morning, which would be from Santa. I was blown out of…… Continue reading holiday notes

She is on vacation and I miss her to the point of falling out sick. It feels like I am under the influence of some kind of alcohol that I’ve shot down for the very first time in my life, and it’s making me so ill that I don’t know what to do with myself.…… Continue reading long hours

1. Wake up remembering where you are. 2. On his first day the kid makes a killing at his lemonade stand. 3. Send him warm thoughts. I’ve decided on “nothing.” It’s the best way to describe what I’m doing here. A dead bird comes, and I want to talk about it, sailing in and through…… Continue reading blue blood runs red