Keep It Regular
The expression of Regular Movement that I have been involved in of late is editing and publishing rather than writing, which I am enjoying a lot. The presentation of the work in finished products and complete collections feels like it has completed…
you listen in tuned and attuned the radio of self the turning wave the rolling stone i was a blue note i was a known orleans i knew orleans i was a delta screen i have been sitting here for forty plus…
Sometimes when you write, when you look at what you have written, and when you see how people respond, you are happy. Sometimes you look at it all and you are unhappy. Sometimes writing about that unhappiness helps to debug the problem.…
the pitch black send the pitch back the balled up paper pitched the road to hell paved with pitch you’re a shook fist you’re a to-do list you’re self-inflicted in-fighting you’re block and you are writing peel away the persiflage words are…
Writing and the purpose are not the easiest things to resolve sometimes. Do you write because you love to write, or do you write to be read? If it is the first then it does not matter who reads you – if…
A golem of sorts fashioned from iron to go fight nixies and pixies and fairies that had been twisting in through the gateway left open by some irresponsible fabulist who went and kicked the bucket not long after performing the feat. Funny,…
kids setting a good example i filled your silence with my tears it seemed the most adequate answer but it is not the action needed 6 minutes, just over and those lives were just over those names were a convincing argument those…
Thinly sliced nondescript vat meat sandwiched between artisanal bread. The thing sat across from him did not like his odour – it kept wrinkling its nose. He was not sure why it had sat down opposite him, because it hadn’t said anything.…
I had a pause in editing that will recommence tomorrow. Obviously you swing between one aspect of your art and the other – you write it and then you compile it. Then you sell it, or at least publish it. I see…
backtrack like a packrat in a black hat with a white hat soul with a quite phat goal we roll it like a prison cigarette like a taco like a wife in a bedsheet when the night is cold love is a…