Initially, I forgot what I was going to write here. Then I remembered ( Read more... )

Been having Dylan on the mind. Bob. Like he's a twelve-year-old and I'm California acreage. Just lettin' you know ( Read more... )

The Truth Is (Finally) Out There

I've been recording poems like crazy this week. So crazy has been my recording that I will be dropping two CDs by year's end. One a selection of poems, the other the October poems ( Read more... )

"the word is love ( Read more... )

a poem.

"Perspective of Epiphany"

The gazebo stands cold like morning hangover showers,
ghost voice raindrops on the stones, echoing
over rivercalling crickets and a kid,
distant and sick, with sweat for eyebrows
and heat in his nose.He held himself as hunched yardsale paintings ( Read more... )

I've been Internet-less for the better chunk of six days while waiting for the proper installation of our brand new cable modem and it's high-speed spifftastitude.

So if you've been wondering, well . . . that's about it.

I didn't even care, except for the poems. Not being able to post them -- as I promised I would do EVERY DAY -- kinda ruffled ( Read more... )

Who loves battery acid dripped into the mouths of hatchlings?

Fucking sadists. . . .

October 4th

October 3rd