door cold back people watching guy curb spit smoke waft condensation coffee proper place you think you know imagined space perfect as you wanna be how to manual patience weed ready to repair haunting past head thru glass a mild attack love for felines are called cats shred you with spare claws a WS (writing…… Continue reading monday morning poem
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Up At The Counter
that year they set up a birthday party for me my whole class came and we filled up the back of that restaurant eating out of cardboard boxes for little people we were satisfied enough One man perhaps it was his birthday too came up to the place remembering to bring his gun and was…… Continue reading Up At The Counter
Friday notes
Writing and the journal continues to mutate. I really started to write when I began to struggle—riding the bus and train to work—all that time I had, all the suffering my current job was piling on. My initial thought was to see a psychiatrist, but I realized I could bypass this by writing furiously into…… Continue reading Friday notes
Thursday morning notes
I don’t want you to be nice to me, to smile and nod and lavish me with compliments, as a way to appease me, as is your way of self preservation, as if I really buy into or play that game. You don’t have to do that with me. I can back off and let…… Continue reading Thursday morning notes
god made me mad
Some of the most horrifying things involve somewhere the killing of a roach in the middle of the night, or a house is flooded, or burned, and there is that smell. I wake up around midnight ’cause I trailed off early and reading is sounding good again. Sadly, I’m reaching its end. If you’re trying…… Continue reading god made me mad
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This advance copy of Thom Yorke’s The Eraser has been in constant rotation as an attempt to figure out what he’s getting at. The feel of it is more personal, tortured, desperate. . . . Monday: I’ve been to some quiet hells. One being a courthouse room where I sat and waited my turn to…… Continue reading Untitled
The Righteous Need Pay No Mind
Check out Writeboard.com! My interest in it is to create an ongoing collaborative writing project that will complete itself within the next six to twelve months. Over the course of this time we will edit and re-edit each others writing and in the end take no individual credit… Prose/poetry, whatever we’re into. (Tentative title: “The…… Continue reading The Righteous Need Pay No Mind
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I have some friends who are young, passionate, confused, and wrestling with seriously pissed off demons with age and experience. It’ll take at least a decade to shake them free. I worry about my friends like I worried and still worry about myself. So much has come into clarity and has not surprisingly formed new…… Continue reading Untitled
June notes
Though I cannot drum worth shit, I can write and dance around in the paragraph. There are a few dances that come out of me that mimic bringing down the universe, and they need only to come out when they feel like coming out. Most always what summons them are the drums. . . .…… Continue reading June notes
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yep, flying roach discovery frenzy, panic shoe in hand hits the landing pad creates new carcass what time is it? new jersey and DC NYC and philly still in memory a UFO sighting is old hat in the year… but I’m in Houston now way across town a year now been a year! fill your…… Continue reading Untitled
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