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About Me

MyGen Profile Generator Tap, Tap... Microphone on?... check one check two, check... I guess we're live then... The wine is flowing and with the floodgates once more set to wide open the atoms of word are arranging themselves into molecules of language. This is pasttime, not real life, virtual, not organic and so the rules are changed and certain terms like "true" or "false" and "art" or "rot" must be taken with a grain of salt. Write like words were just invented yesterday, play like this is the last stage you'll ever mount, drink wine like its vintage is older than your own, walk around awhile and then start all over again...My friends, my friends, listen to me...The city is around me. The city is within me. With each breath the city fills my lungs and with each moment it seeps into my skin.Each day I awake and open my eyes to find the city staring back at me. But I am not of the city. Nor do I yet feel as though I am home within its bounds. Yet I cannot deny the city and nor do I wish to. I will take this city and bind it to the page.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Those who are also aware that we exist in a suspicious state of false content...Any character from a Martin Amis book, even if I wouldn't know if I'd make it out alive!!!

Also, I'd love to meet Phillip Morris, though whether I'd give him a hug or a slap across the face is anyone's guess....

My Leading Lady (and as a wine professional, I attest...this is how you should drink it)

My Blog

Additions to Bukowski Cycle of Poems

Ear Bud suddenly it blossoms a merciless crackle of static sound released like a pack of hungry dogs the atomic focusing of energy before the slaughter can begin ...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 18:44:00 GMT

Obama Essay - Yes We Did!

A Prayer for Barak Obama A candle-light is a protest at midnight.It is a non-conformist.It says to the darkness,'I beg to differ.' -S. Rayan, India...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 05:59:00 GMT

Beggining of Novella (Updated post 11-11)

Pillars of SaltThe time described by the two black hands, given an assumption of confidence in the careful examination by a complete stranger of their distinct and wholly different angles of placement...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 19:05:00 GMT

The Longest Dive

* I am looking for a copy of the print that inspired this poem, it is an AndrewWyeth entitled Concert Grand* The Longest Dive there was none who knew the story precisely not the one who was...
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 10:35:00 GMT

The Cartography of the End: Chapter 4 (In Progress)

IV. The Sextant and the Crown If you show me the sun, I will show you the way. It has not always been so. I have learned to discern the world around me in a way that changes that ...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 22:19:00 GMT

The Cartography of the End: Chapter 3

III. The Mantra of Despair choke. You laugh, I choke. You laugh, I choke. You laugh, I choke. You laugh, I choke. You laugh, I choke. You laugh, I choke.&n...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 22:18:00 GMT

The Cartography of the End (Second Chapter - In Progress)

II. Breakfast in the Ashes She wandered through the ruins of the city like a ghost. Her pale skin was like paper in the moonlight and he watched her silently from the ashes of the court...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 16:48:00 GMT

Rewrite of a Laughing for the Prose

The Art of Guise I write taut along a rhythm and with rhythm paint my face with short strokes upon the barren cheek I conjure beauty and in solitude I wait the mirror is a prophet t...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 13:08:00 GMT

A laughing for the prose

I write taut along a rhythm and with rhythm paint my face. With short strokes upon the cheeks I conjure beauty and in solitude I wait. The mirror is a diety, the moment is a God, the ...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 19:14:00 GMT

Sad Mood as Sunday Breaks

Actually, it was a strangely poignant thing, the perfect aching silence as something beautiful died. Still, I could not quite reconcile myself to this end, to the doors closed and music extingui...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jun 2006 00:17:00 GMT