if only things could be different you say while doing the same things like waiting for a simile that makes everything make sense to you again like when you were eighty seven and knew only death in each breath and smile like when you were sixty seven with grandchildren at your feet and telling them … Continue reading
i wish to substitute sex with writing for the pen is rudimentary and has been known to fail to create characters in its splatters and the rush of a climax that satisfies only one usually and sometimes even then did you like it because i only do if you did the do too but there’s too … Continue reading
the world never sleeps and the people never wake when the cities are stuffed with smog of the morning or is it the exhaust from last night that brings them to their beds after being busy but never busy enough for there is more to do in the morning and hopefully a lot more to … Continue reading
beat the lazy sun that climbs later each day and will stumble over a hill drunk from the night before with a vomit of yellow pouring to those who will see and only you will for the sun rises first on its knees then hands then feet to you who is working doing giving the … Continue reading
the fly she cried my sigh it died * i ride car side red tide i hide * my pet is pat in pot, fire pit * hands here mind there body where – found ere they wear
any good story is going to change when you read it again for you have changed for good from stories * there are too many people to write and it takes too many people to write; writing is never alone * writing is about not talking about how to write * writing is muting yourself … Continue reading
happiness may be impossible but we must risk it if we are to survive in the goodness of this world that is often bad and burning * the universe is forever but today, with you, is not and that’s as special as it can get for today is as close to forever as we’ll be … Continue reading
how is it that a subway filled with dogs provides joy and one with too many owners crowds the vehicle with dread * as a lazy mosquito sucking itself into a question of will it become an itchy bump or an itchier nothing we are all looking for relaxation that doesn’t lead to boredom or … Continue reading
The following isn’t very good, but that is the point. * what are my motivations to do anything besides for solidifying beyond my motivations and becoming something that no longer needs such things which may include myself on days when i do not sleep for there are things to do which may include myself on … Continue reading
like the sun that doesn’t drown in the dead blue sky i disappear in myself through forgetful age and the business of busyness where i miss the shower and move to sweat hoping to find something i lost somewhere i cannot recall but always am reminded of in the morning sludge of light that brings … Continue reading