May 2013
17 posts
The cleanliest of pardons went through the window that day. Right out. What happened to the man in the white coat, and the cars with the canes in the trunk? Deformed females clop down Main St. with their heels clicking, missing the cracks here and there, saving their mother from the fragility of old age. Wishes were counted on the clasps of bras back in the hay day of clever men who wore loose...
I now know how girls feel when they say “All the good ones are gay…”
Digital shit, templates fit, calm music, mother’s gift. Boring blips on radar, clips of movies and hissy fits.
Mister bastard, disaster, crash master trick. Flick a lighter, getting higher, tighter, lighter, slick. Cartoon balloon, misused exemplary patricide, maker in my eye calm lessons tied to the bottom of the ocean where we died. Last message cast severance and mixed betrayed monsters...
Rocks
Rocks have a tendency to stagnate at his river’s bend. Carried by the thick, swift current and deposited safely along the silent shore of his backyard. Rocks shaped like loaves pile together, making shoals where fish follow the swirl of eddies and swim, easing their way downstream. Rocks don’t differentiate between color size, or shape. The flat ones sit among the round ones and the...
“Many thanks,” my consigliere nods to me and waves his gun nonchalantly, like lazy fisherman casting his line. “Your considerable amount of proprietary work will not go unseen.” His necklace and rings are gleaming, dull and formidable. One of his hands is the size of the back of my neck. His father was a bull of a man and his mother was a mountain.
I miss you, word vomit.
Kill a man with teeth, our egos like sharks swimming in the Great Barrier Reefer filled lungs, carbon combustion’s clung To my insides, I swear I’ve died each morning I awake, roll to my side and get up, ready for the “daily grind.” But check it out — it’s a long, slippery slide of sunny days on its way, gracious lawns ready for play and I promise you that when...
Pacman.
Cleopatra had a sphinx when she glimpsed the palms Saharan desert sand never saw the fronds. The mist and the gold, like manicured lawns All disappeared when the sun stole away Dew-spotted dawns stood each day Cleopatra and her sugar daddy giving way to the Phalanx, Greece’s battle ax Outclassed, outnumbered Butterknives versus behives unencumbered marketplaces open slaughtered faces Guards...
Summer.
It’s been a while space It’s been a while.
Handsome face Handsome. I get tearing at the whites of my eyes where sugar pours out and little flies busy themselves, dizzied and stunned when I shut my lids and catch them in my eyelashes. Theories string together, stitched up like my eyebrow in 8th grade and my cat claws stuck in my back. The line is slack before you jump, but at least not...
April 2013
2 posts
November 2012
5 posts
Danny and Braggs need your help!
Calling all Syfy space junkies: You live in a world where interstellar space travel is the norm. Light speed has become the universal MINIMUM speed limit on most travel routes, warp engines are slow as fuck, and most ships run on candy corn because of the relatively recent uprising in occult worship in Galactic Sector 9. Here is the situation: You live somewhere in the galaxy other than Earth,...
The Adventures of Danny and Braggs
“Hands to the sky and get ter walkin’, pardner. There ain’t room enough in this town for the both of us,” Braggs Malone says slow and thick as molasses. A bead of sweat rolls down my temple and over my cheek bone. It drips off my chin.
“BANG BANG.”
The droplet hits the floor and Danny’s limp body follows suit, his eyes open and lifeless staring far away,...
October 2012
9 posts
Is there anyway..
I can watch science videos without Neil DeGrasse Tyson being an egocentric asshole about it all?
Being the Sun
“Oh dear me, it is hot.”
System Corruption
If I was born into this, then how can I protest? If all I’ve ever known was how to write about the Detestation and the veneration that I choose to dole out.
And to who? These bigots and the martyrs who climb ladders made from human souls and bones and Cherokee lives and tin-man cries. It’s kind of sick but the way it is and I don’t know if There’s a way around it. The...
Skin
Coming home from a lost layer of petrified living, I saw a turn-around-and-look-twice site that’s got me forgiven, myself. Mate, I know you have a lot on your mind. Your plate’s chock full of bouldering nights where the drinks are on the rocks and the beer is hard and each beat gets you another yard. But where have we gone, have we been getting there fast? It just won’t last...
September 2012
1 post
One a Day for Men: Day 92
Turns out I kept up with the vitamins, ran out, and now take the CVS brand. I forgot all about writing, though.
The way the whole world — every intricate bit and piece, every twist of the whispy rushes of autumn air, ever curling and stretching blade of grass, every tick on the pendulum clock hanging above my bed, how every single one of these minor details all lead to each of the key...
August 2012
1 post
June 2012
12 posts
So Help Me
Spending my time with you was a lot like licking an umbrella—I don’t know why I did it, but the outcome was one strange and interesting story accompanied by some strange and somewhat intimate feelings.
I rushed into it quick. Sometimes sand doesn’t take long to end up at the bottom of the hour glass. I reversed a lot of my emotions trying to get out of that quicksand. Full steam...
WIP
Sticker. Clutter. Tacky. Stutter.
Tuckered out and tippin’ over, bastard child and four-leaf clovers. Caramel chews and cavitied chompers— didn’t know the guy, but had four daughters. Red lipstick checkmarks, caught him cheating. Didn’t tell the doctor, but she’s positively pleading that she don’t have AIDs like the whore of a maid who didn’t want...
Anonymous asked: are you going to the beatles: the lost concert" movie when it comes out next month?
One a Day for Men: Day 3
I might actually start taking vitamins.
Also, I have been having the weirdest dreams lately. I don’t know if I like it or not. They feel too real, and the space between waking and dreaming is very… VERY short. Almost non-existent. Very weird.
One a Day for Men: Day 2
I almost forgot to write this, as is usual when first starting a vitamin regiment. So I had a dream this morning where I had super jump abilities. Maybe it was low-grav setting, but it was awesome nonetheless. I was in a clothing store and I changed and then left the building, but turns out I forgot to put my clothes back on. So wearing just whitey-tighties (which I don’t even wear! GUH!) I...
One a Day for Men: Day 1
Writing’s a bit like a pill for me. I take it when I need it, but have recently found out that perhaps I need to prescribe myself more regimented doses. So much like vitamins, I will advise writing at least once per day on here.
But much like vitamins, I most likely will stop taking them after a while.
I have started working at a day camp (Camp Everwood) and enjoy meeting the new people. I...
Write one leaf about modesty.
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This isn’t that clever a leaf about being modest.
Oldies but Goodies
Pink Oscillation
Me in my place: a rush racing round like the world. We both twirled teetering on the top spinning with the Spinsters’ song.
This dying duet of a dream drags on until the music box of Time stays shut.
Inside the Music Box
wind to my back, blowing every direction. panicking as we children tend to do, a razor sharp tone from beneath
the sill crept into my ears,...
WatchFor nerds…
If Celtics Playbook Were Written By College...
(Not to be confused with “If the Celtics Were a College Basketball Team)
1. There would be more confusion about the credibility of Dr. Rivers’ degree.
2. Offensive, or “Bro” plays, are regularly named after brands of cheap beer.
3. Defensive, or “Hipster” plays, are regularly named after expensive, one-time-brew beers. After a while, however, the defense...
May 2012
3 posts
My Least
I speak my least favorite, the fallible blunders of boredom and persuasion. Forgive me for this breakdown. Take my cane and my candy, my parentage and my persona. Please, take my cosmic conundrums of murder and demur, but remember to keep my clusters of frustrations and foreboding thoughts, jot them down as tableture and rusted markings on Scottish iron.
Clad with the clandestine glyphs from...
Write one leaf describing something you wish you...
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I wish I hadn’t thrown away my coupon for my last two archery lessons. I got a coup for three, took one, and didn’t want to go back to the same place — the guys seemed a little weird to me and I’d rather have learned to shoot...
Something
Something I’ve been meaning to say, but haven’t had the slightest idea how to manage in text format until now:
Can we get around this 3D fuck-world phlebotomic scissor-kicking brigade? It’s cramping my style. I’d rather just comb your hair, or casually lay around and kiss you while we think of things to do together.
I miss sex, but even more I miss someone I get. I get...
