personal journalism |
Sunday. Oregon's Coast. Damn it's all so good. The light plays with the surface of the water like every childhood memory illuminating themselves on the ocean of my past experience. Me and Meg have bee...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Jul 2009 21:37:00 GMT |
the kid |
Harsh hairs splayed under the bandana and through each other in a beautiful and haggard halo. The kid ambled tired along on the bank of a traffic river. Saturday shoppers in their Hyundais and Saturns...
Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 16:02:00 GMT |
Sandra |
Sandy steps from the cold house into broken sunlight, and the morning has the feel of sun soaked soil, gathering to become a warm day. Good, she thinks, her big breasts unrestrained behind a loose flo...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 13:04:00 GMT |
its a fucking blog for fucks sake |
joy began to uncloth itself, revealing hidden beauties in the form of america. i have seen america. the rhythmic rolling land partitioned into varying hues of agriculture by the hardworking farmers, c...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 23:30:00 GMT |
Excerpts from the Pilgrimage: Sharkies in SoCal |
Inside, everyone's faces were lit from below by a blue-green glow. Last summer's big club hit was making a comeback on the bumping sound system. Glass clanked and girls shrieked in laughter, and as I ...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 02:55:00 GMT |
Excerpts from The Pilgrimage: frisco |
The big silly question that kept burning laps around my brain was: "How in the name of Jesus did I end up here?" Silly I suppose, because I'd been a major player in the run up to the present moment fi...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 02:46:00 GMT |
an email to my friend |
Yeah, it's quite nice here for now, but in a couple of months the rain comes and it's bye bye beatiful sunshine. Well, my thing with politics is like a dr. jeckel and mr hyde type thing. Right now I'm...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Sep 2008 07:01:00 GMT |
Writing from the Northland: Denali |
Kyle and I take a walk around outside lookin like bad news, searching for that Bulgarian waitress with the pale skin and puppy smile. Me all gut hanging out ridiculous and him just wife beater tank to...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 21:51:00 GMT |
Writing from the Northland: Anchorage |
Summer Solstace. In Anchorage. A derelict town, the street urchins are crackin up, and the bright night sky is conducive to this. 'Land of the midnight sun.' It's driven my kid brother a bit mad; earl...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 15:57:00 GMT |
Writing from the Northland: Talkeetna |
June 19th. Ten pm and the sun isn't near set. It smells like insect repellent, sweet and potent. Kid brother Kyle is becoming hysterical, singing these lyrics- "G-G-G-Gimme da beat boys and free&...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 00:30:00 GMT |
