Digital Writ

I will pretend to channel a channel like channel 3 full of static or the channel guide and preview and forecast what’s ahead for you the channel will appear in colors such as green silver maybe orange and report some local news like the current high school dance mrs. johnson by the way down the…… Continue reading what’s on right this second

carnival music tonight, perfect for going to sleep to, reading the newspaper to, for waking up in the morning and sipping orange juice to. my cat was sick today; threw up by the front door and my wife woke me up for it – it was not exactly a discovery of carnival music. she says…… Continue reading reminder: this is December

midnight my mind I try to flow off different associations it’s a sunday mind my wife and I . . . which rhymes we enjoy a temporarily expanded cable line up and today once I crawled out of sleep listening to the radio I turned it on I watched most of ‘beautiful girls’ which was…… Continue reading Untitled

Vacation ends. Here I am looking off the cliff, reading what I can from my books before sleep shadows over and it is Monday morning. My cat is the most serene person in the room. His eyes are closed, making little grunting noises. What it means for me to write as a valid person in…… Continue reading Damn Johns

Russian music is playing on NPR. since I’m back to reading Dostoevsky these days, I’m psyched about this. however, the helicopters are a hateful distraction. in my childhood I went for a little ride in one with the local weather man, looking down at the flat firehouse grounds 50 feet below. things are different now.…… Continue reading looking down

baby sitting halloween

it is a worry of mine that I’ll drop out of sight, forgotten in only a few days or weeks, and won’t be able to come back and put a single idea together. this would be the case if I weren’t elsewhere writing and sewing the fabric, but I’ve been busy, gladly. you should see…… Continue reading cracked window

playing checkers this fine sunday proud winnings went to the mall rumoured for attacks viewed Picaso wife said he was a pervert but I couldn’t help admiring the hundred dollar book we caught a four car back home and all I could think of was drawing contorted torsos until finally they reached a perfection hence…… Continue reading aspirations

many planes overhead. I dreamt there was an explosion and the debris was fast flying in my direction, destroying cars, splitting open trees, barely missing me. had dreams like this before – explosions fast approaching. so there will be terror. the war has crystallized.