1 her hair streaked down her face like sleet on an early march evening the night walked in her shoes and mocked her brisk gait the old girl’s heel scuffed by the tiles with each quickening bootstep she moved hastily dressed in darkness easing past me through the metro doors […]
would that I could write on command, like so many wannabe starlets can call forth a deluge of tears on a whim for the delight of the ad and the cinematographer. alas. I have held back my words and thoughts and poorly strung together phrases for long enough, however, so I now feel compelled to […]
or maybe not. I gotta do some thinking. be back soon. […]
so I guess I am caving in. I know. even though I don’t need this job, I am going to be diplomatic and take my post down. maybe I will put it up again later. to all those who enjoyed it before I took it down, well, lucky you. – management. […]
12:37 AM. so I sat next to her in what we politely call a bed, through this day of snow and cynicism, these final moments of the month dedicated both in antiquity and by the current administration to the god of war, and felt easily more alone that I had ever felt since before we […]
*sigh* I wish I had more to say than that, but this weekend–no, more specifically, this day–has been one of myriad ups and downs. pushing and pulling. pots and kettles. plus no one has visited my page today. not even my girlfriend. for the non-narcissists out there, I forgive you for failing to understand why […]
so my baby has a new site up, check it out: eighttwentyseveneighty.com. not trying to toot my own horn, though, I was just a facilitator…the ideas and plan were all her. wit her bad sef. […]
sunday, december 29, 2002 yours truly: you know what? I wish you were like you are online in person. I would have married you by now. her: you have to give me time. and range of situations! so glad I did. god. just reminiscing, and thinking of you. […]
We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, and winding streams with tangled growth as “wild.” Only to the white man was nature a “wilderness” and only to him was the land “infested” with “wild” animals and “savage” people. To us it was tame. Earth was bountiful and we were […]
Her lids hung low on her eyes as her head vibrated gently on the windowsill of the bus gray steel bringing us home from other lives she shared with me grafting me onto her past family, friends, lost acquaintances reintroduced to her through me old moments and broken friendships I dovetail into now giving them […]
oh, did I tell you I saw p-funk [shout-out to calvin]? oh, and kane too. yes, its a big daddy thing. check out the pics: stop. ’cause I get raw. calling the mothership. why must I be like that? a p-funk party don’t stop. jammin’ on the one. […]
“Something? He was the #&%!damndest, sweetest, coldest, fiercest, down-est, unbelievablest, most unstoppable hard-rock sumbitch me, you or anybody ever saw, or ever will.” – Ralph Wiley […]
hair like graphite drawn out into scribbled lines of words dedicated to long forgotten gods a child’s handwriting jumbled together like discarded phrases strewn across the floor only to be reassembled into poetry her hair is like language […]
so I have resolved to never write again. well, ok, not that exactly, but prose is definitely out for the kid. no more. from now on its only poems or pictures you’ll see on these pages. reasons? you want reasons? ok, maybe for one, my ability to craft my thoughts into a coherent sentence structure […]
thing is, I always figured that if you and I didn’t have a dime, when we struggle, we struggle together. But if you see it differently, well…I just don’t know. If my place has no furniture and I have no car [already half way there, I’m afraid] and I have no dough in my pockets, […]