Keep It Regular
something simple or something complex trying to solve the same problem by routes that bear fruits and lessons found in dead ends we are making friends with our future selves to take those dreams off the shelves the things we must confront…
are you jazz conversation with blue note soul? are you digging around to find your role? strutting down the street with a kink in your roll do you have Hooker Boom, and James Brown steps? Jackson moves and Franklin RESPECT? can you…
Do you ever sit there and try and dream up new forms of writing? Give yourself rules by which you must operate in order to challenge your writing? My friend came up with a 434 word limit for flash fiction, and it…
The Jolly Roger unpacked in anyone’s head that crossed the geo-tagged spot. It unfurled like a warning. Carlos had hijacked this Hakim Bey Station a long time ago, and people whose Sparks went out assumed that they had inadvertently crossed into a…
intellectual pursuits picking sexual fruits in cahoots in matching suits on photo shoots something unrealistic something spun ballistic don’t be just a statistic we are moving around with a burden on our backs we are moving around deflecting the attacks we are…
the things you live with the heart you give with the art you create despite hate build a tidal wave to drown the flames and to sink the names of those who play the kind of games that pick apart and destroy…
It is hard not to come home some nights and just get stuck in the scroll. I watched a lot of TV, because I could engage with it, and it helped me think some, but getting stuck into the work didn’t happen.…
Sometimes the writing comes easy, and other times you need to let it simmer for longer and thicken. Not enough time being allowed for the writing to arrive can result in something thin and gruel-like. No fun to consume. I am constantly…
Tomorrow explodes. Yesterday downloads. Today erodes. He is plugged into a Warewolf experiential remix engine and time is splintering into instances that he can’t add up into a day. He doesn’t know the last time he had a straight day. He thinks…
Cock crows. Second sun in the sky. Ravens and angels are wheeling around through each others flight paths, while magpies drop to pick at the shattered shiny remnants of halos. There is a fire burning with wood from a tree that dropped…