there are a few lightning bugs loose in the apartment tonight; the cats are unhinged. having just woke up, I’m entertained to watch them, read, catch some television, but again feel the pangs of hunger that come inevitably after having only a bowl of soup for dinner — and for dessert, chips and salsa. I’m…… Continue reading “at least they are honest”
Digital Writ
dial H for hunted
gone fishing for a good sandwich slipped into a ditch and came back up with a sour look on my face this all caused by the chef with the strange ideas like that my saturday shaken like a rag doll ran into co-worker Carol at the grocery said they were on the hunt for me…… Continue reading dial H for hunted
Baltimore days, part 2
the rooftops of Highlandtown… the helicopters… looking out the windows at night down at the rat garden… my job at Sam Goody… the bus rides through the neighborhoods to the harbor…. passing Gay St. overthrown by porn shops… Patterson Park where I would go and attempt writing the last issue of Journal of Thought… the…… Continue reading Baltimore days, part 2
Baltimore days, part 1
circa 93–94′ I moved to Highlandtown in Baltimore to be a part of Chris Stain’s stylish Krsna temple I left my job behind and he gave me the master bedroom on the top floor for 100 bucks a month his grandmother had moved out into his parent’s place we were sort of revamping this old…… Continue reading Baltimore days, part 1
a casting out of spirits
not many people want to read someone’s piece about how they are tired. it’s the end of the day and I’m more tired than 11 or 12 o’clock can make me. I need the kind of change that possibly a vacation could bring. my tired is something more serious than aches and pains by midweek.…… Continue reading a casting out of spirits
looking at things from the outside
dreams. I get caught up in them thinking they’re real. get caught up in my emotions like that, too. I think something is so real, and then like a bubble it pops in an instant and I’m left storytelling the pieces of it, moving my hands in the air. you know? like this, you know?…… Continue reading looking at things from the outside
journal entries
Monday evening – random act dinner in the bakery tonight. that tempeh sandwich is amazing. waiter comes over and says: “your bill has been taken care of.” “what? what do you mean?” “someone payed for your meal?” in shock, I asked, “who?” “I don’t know. I don’t know them.” I looked around and no one…… Continue reading journal entries
the “meek” inherit the earth
Saturday night it is all about generating ideas for what I can write here and just how long I can keep my eyes open. the day passes quietly, and the town, being a dead one, does not protest the continuous onslaught that is mediocre living. the town sheriff bags groceries. my father writes back in…… Continue reading the “meek” inherit the earth
notes from the workhorse’s bench
rainy friday morning with the same disappointment of opening my paycheck to find that my pay rate remains the same—over a month since I asked for a raise and my boss agreed. he did not say how much, or when. you just kind of assume it’ll be during your lifetime, you know? halfway through I…… Continue reading notes from the workhorse’s bench
heros
later I think I’m going to write a list of heros and keep it in my pocket two heros in hip hop that immediately come to mind are: Mos Def & Talib Kweli here’s lyrics from one of my fav. Talib songs: The proud Stand tall or don’t stand at all, c’mon Uhh, yeah Break…… Continue reading heros
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