Keep It Regular
He looked at the red tie. He looked at the blue tie. Oxygenated or unoxygenated blood. There were police lights flashing: red blue red blue. A limited kaleidoscope. Hot and cold. The first politician’s dull brown shoe made contact with his crotch and…
there are records i listen to books i read but there are no politicians i feed like an infestation of fleas they should be picked off their heads crushed and they should be flushed there are two parties like tapeworms in the…
The spade cuts into the earth, a clean sharp cut that reveals the dirt under the grass. It’s soft, which is going to make this easier. It’s never that easy. How do they always forget that they are having holographic maps of…
you are making food i’m making poetry small sandwiches that people won’t have to choke down dreams condensed into language and given wings in the mind’s eye of yourself and the hearts of others it is a gift to you both butterfly…
There is a weird leap to try and erase the previous year when a new one comes around and pretend that there is a blank slate being drawn upon; like we have hit a Star Trek reset button. There is no tabula rasa…
I like to watch biopics. I also dig straight historical documentaries. I like to delete the drama out of them and understand the data. Sometimes the data is the drama, I suppose, but I am not entirely convinced that understanding the noise…
setting fires in the hearts of liars who wish to hear echoes of themselves they put their morals on shelves and cover their mirrors and plug their ears as someone pours coals on their fears hatred is fear turned outward the thing…
A writer writing about writers who only write about writers. He is disappearing into an irony cul-de-sac, and that is why he wrote it — to write himself out of a cul-de-sac. In the same way he wrote about writer’s with block…
Most of the regularity in regards to my creative work has been offline. Apart from watching films and reading books on Kindle I have had a fairly limited interaction for me. I needed to take a bit of a break. As with…
Yesterday disintegrated. A fingertip touched to a surface covered in dust. His breath catches on the exposed nerve in his front canine. He bites his lip to redirect the sense of pain elsewhere, but there is a bruise as cold as ice…