Regular Movement

I think this may have been one of the quietest years of my writing life. Some people got in my ear and echoed thoughts that were dangerous to forward momentum. I got to the point where the fuck you kicked in and I…

I have a disintegrated sleeping pattern, or rather one that was fixed by having a baby. I have been trying to get back into a more regular pattern, but it is hard once it is locked in, and your energy flows in…

My writing has been a bit quiet of late. Last year it was pretty noisy for me — I got a lot done. This year the amount I have to say has dialled down somewhat. Some things hit my metaphorical windshield, and…

New Year as a pivot — trap for TEA and Reality Engineers. Seems like a memetic spatiotemporal embed. a notional shunt to force people to hinge ontologically through one journey and into another. You could say that the room chills as he…

able to eat the meat meet the lie in the middle dream it isn’t a being that your teeth aren’t sharp for a reason but every so often ghosts seep in and you have to sleep in because nightmares brew it’s what…

He never names names, and he makes up locations, and he says that what he has maintained is the kernel of truth. He is a fiction writer. You speak to him and you wonder, especially if he glazes over and tunes you…

how much love do you have? are you thinking like a compass like a dream condensed into a cloud a river mouth shouting an ocean or a head laid back on the grass being a home for a rain beetle crawling you…

not loving the bruised apple philosophy pulling the thoughts at the stem so they do not bruise i place them carefully in a container one apple is brown from being dropped we will store the damage for the winter pretend we have…

where the truth fails something vital burned down and you have to see it you aren’t building a house of cards you are the pig with bricks so don’t shuffle, step along your heart atop a feather your hand reaching identifying the…

you have to set fire to your head periodically because it is made of old pages and you can taste the dust do you want to be bookshelves? or are you in nervous fingers at a reading where someone interprets their favourite…