Urban Famine |
I will try and make the best of today, but most of the people here see me as a threatening pariah and unknown quantity. Most of them do not approach me; I have to sidle up to ...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Dec 2008 16:42:00 GMT |
Conjuring |
The blank sheet of paper soaked all the light in the room. In an irresistable contrast. Amongst the hipster chatter I could pick up dropped names, catch vibrant gestures and I navigated through bodies...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 05:52:00 GMT |
Shrill Posturing |
"So...this is going to sound like an odd question", leveling my eyes at her. "How would you go about baking a cake? I don't want you to tell me how to do it, I want you to tell me how you...you person...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 05:50:00 GMT |
Brevity |
He was out walking. The destination or point of embarkment is not relevant. He raised his hand, and realized there was nothing in it. But he was expecting something to be there. And it was empty. His ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 05:49:00 GMT |
On Meditation |
It's lost a lot of its esoteric appeal. Perhaps because we expected too much of it: something transcendental from within or some stimulus from without, making our not doing something for an hour or ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 05:47:00 GMT |
Solstice & Solace |
A common problem with being inconsolable: as your hermetically sealed thoughts whirl about in your head, faster and faster and engraving negative revelations with accelerating revolution, the illusion...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 05:44:00 GMT |
Internal Revolutions |
He took the tongs and sifted through grapes and sweet melon and pineapple and cantelope. And the bagels. So many bagels, each weighing in at 120 carbs - even before piling on the cream cheese. His eye...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 05:41:00 GMT |
Jenga |
He knew this was going to hurt eventually. That it would collapse on itself, someway. It was a warmth he needed - to be among people. He didn't really get these people or understand them. Theirs was a...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 05:38:00 GMT |
I Didn’t Join the Army, Either |
"Captain Lou Albana. Never heard him? You two are identical. Except he's got a rubber band in his beard." "Rubber band...?" He strokes his beard and lets out "that's some crazy shit." Two weeks into c...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 21:02:00 GMT |
I Get Punched in the Head |
An inventory - reverse resume - of moments where I was not employed: 10/07/1970 - 10/08/1983: 13 years and a day: Because I'm a child and I shouldn't be thinking about work. 09/13/1993 - 09/15/1993: I...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 18:23:00 GMT |
