the see of jazz
the understanding of the self putting the outside on the shelf your spirit is not pelf the machineries of enlightenment self does not frighten me the mirror of poetry will brighten me i need to understand none of this is planned in…
Keep It Regular
the understanding of the self putting the outside on the shelf your spirit is not pelf the machineries of enlightenment self does not frighten me the mirror of poetry will brighten me i need to understand none of this is planned in…
A resurrect day. Getting sick sucks. Sudden sickness that comes and goes in a day is simultaneously a pain and a blessing – yes, good, it went; but then – were you really sick or faking it? I know the almost puking…
i want to crawl in- side tom paulin and speak with his voice and poke at germaine greer while tony parson laughs it’s a choice slow dissection painstaking correction and careful inflection i am dreaming of the late how
nights can be three cats deep beautiful pockets of warmth asleep all that energy locked momentum engine running nights can be easy and uncomplicated and all about beauty outside 9 to 5 and way more alive sure between shores treading water above…
Can you write fifty things about the same day and have them each be compelling? If not, why not? Your vocabulary needs to be stretched – your magic is blunt. Do you think certain words shouldn’t be used? Then I humbly suggest…
It is interesting when you sit down to tell your own story, because you realise that is has been out there for a while, delivered in snippets that you didn’t even recognise a news for anyone. I never thought, as a journalist,…
never right sugar cube poetry that disintegrates in coffee it should be wired like whiskey even if it doesn’t have bourbon teeth so it can bite you through the cup the plug in your head the febrile heat of an internal sun…
The fragments of a baby are scattered on the ground in a way that suggests it was dipped in liquid nitrogen before the perpetrator took a hammer to it. There is a cephalopod in a squeeze maze while Captain Beefheart plays. A…
hello funk, here you are hello punk, i feel your scar hello jazz, you set the bar george clinton makes a connection bob marley in the selection bill frissel in a direction inner direction i can learn a science in a perfect…
I don’t really plan out the way a book is going to end – I am a by-the-seats-of-your-pants writer. Why? Because it makes it more interesting for me, and hopefully more alive for the reader. I do sometimes write out the chapter…