excerpt from the flop of a novel that I am working on |
It started one Friday evening. A standing street preacher with a long hairy beard stretched and a cursed, angry voice began making his calling, calling on everyone to take up the great message...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 02:37:00 GMT |
a dissertation on the absence of time |
The last few weeks have been defined by pain and narcotics: pain and a lack of feeling. Prescribed. Legal. Legit. For any of you out there who have a problem with unligitimized drug use, d...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Nov 2008 00:24:00 GMT |
dead teeth |
So, its finished. Two teeth on the back right side of my jaw are forever lost. The nerves are shot, decayed, rotted beyond repair. I could feel their dying roots in my jaw, clamping the ri...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 18:47:00 GMT |
intense pain and the narcotic trip through industrialized medicine that will inevitably follow |
Its one of those beautifully flaccid fall days where the sun comes streaming through ochre and yellow-candium colored leaves and the ground looks saffron wet beneath your squishy feet. Girls are...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2008 23:34:00 GMT |
what is fact?butfiction |
I usually write three blogs in a row about the same thing. But for the last two months I have been living in the desert, getting ready to attack segments of civilization with a small band of eco...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 19:25:00 GMT |
car free for over two years |
It's time to celebrate. I have been car free for over two years, riding a bridgeport with pink handlebars through the wet, rain-centric downtown streets while the columns of grey headed clouds move in...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 11:43:00 GMT |
car free for over two years |
It's time to celebrate. I have been car free for over two years, riding a bridgeport with pink handlebars through the wet, rain-centric downtown streets while the columns of grey headed clouds move in...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 11:43:00 GMT |
car free for over two years |
It's time to celebrate. I have been car free for over two years, riding a bridgeport with pink handlebars through the wet, rain-centric downtown streets while the columns of grey headed clouds move in...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 11:43:00 GMT |
A writing sample from a new piece. |
I was born after the time of language, when laughter fell like a naked gasp on the floor, and the hollow cough emitted from its nostril was the breath of a corpse. Everywhere communication betw...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 15:37:00 GMT |
I've got a crush alert and I've decided to choke on my own vomit in recourse. |
I never actually looked into it. I don't really want to dine Jimi Hendrix style, at least, not yet. I would like a second beer, to compliment the first, but it doesn't look like things are going to ...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 21:26:00 GMT |
