Digital Writ

the downfall for me is that in this small apartment the air becomes impure so fast – my lungs buckle in a snap and hours upon hours are lost to being doubled over gasping for air that does not so quickly come any more. stubborn air. instead a sting at the core and reading is…… Continue reading a moment

bones act like leaves blown

a couple days pass and I don’t write much during a visit from a friend and I am playing host, playing DVDs, cracking jokes, eating veg. thanksgiving food. my monitor is blotched up but I don’t get up from my chair to clear it. so here I am in early morning hours yawning, typing this,…… Continue reading blood pressure

good morning again your hand into the bottom of this carved out pumpkin the day before thanksgiving and travels about, rising, falling, wind pipes, television shows, laughter, disappointment, expecting to drink water from a glass with no bottom. she receives a snake bite and dies on the dirt grown, face swollen, quiet last words. poison…… Continue reading draft from the window black panes

due to the circumstances I’m afraid to say I make a poor student if I choose to put off all the blame on the circumstances, but the other thing in the way becomes my overall lack of desire as we make our way deeper into the course. I simply loose interest and everything is downhill…… Continue reading make prayers payable to the entire chest

a headache has developed lonely saturdaynight/morning/sunday. realized earlier that last night I actually over did it on the medicine, took 8 tablespoons in one shot instead of 2. it did in fact clear my chest right up, but also sent me to the moon. I’m still recovering from it. and a cough is starting to…… Continue reading weekend events

I’m on the most insane “trip” right now. since I left, I hit up CVS for some extra strength cold medicine. the pharmacist recommend I down it and drink some tea afterwards. “it’ll open you right up.” well, it worked with flying colors. but I am also groggiest bastard on the planet right now, can’t…… Continue reading “drunk,” “high”

I am a mess; I am getting home: when I went to B&N today, bought a coffee at the counter, said, “can I buy this book here, too?” of course he said. he rang up my coffee and looked at the book I slid towards him, The Trial by Kafka – “oh shit!” he said.…… Continue reading pass the salt

these are the rough days because because. so many interruptions, I can’t see straight, or write straight. does that mean that I am seeing gay and writing gay? a homophobe’s nightmare is gay men raining from the sky. I’m not phased by whoever rains from the sky. okay, here I am back again, after another…… Continue reading lunchtime notes