Dr. Who's Intervention ( Read more... )

what could be more honest than something written frantically... something lived once.... something unrevised - because it's unrevisable, irreversible - it's in the air ( Read more... )

caught with a train and a cigarette (by me and friend michael h ( Read more... )

a way out of writer's block

play drum. chant.
take care of a peyote plant
not necessarily to ingest
just to tend to something sacred.
bow down to a tree
kiss the ground
feel bare feet in dirt
notice every sound
look around
go to the lost and found
lose something, tie it with a ribbon
in the tree
find something
on a walk around the block.

sorry about my pity party ( Read more... )

reading kerouac when the birds awoke ( Read more... )

Nagoya Writes just published the online version of our journal. I have two items in there - "The Old Cracked Hill" and "Wrinkled Ticket" (under two different names, guess which one is a pseudonym).
The journal is in PDF form... Print it out, have a read, write some reviews. Leave a comment  1 

Salutations, in some sense of the word i am new here, i joined a while back because some of the assignments really interrested me though i've yet to make a post.  I guess i'll start with a little something i wrote standing at sunset after work on the subway overpass - overlooking most of Brooklyn:

Over hysterical storefronts where hang forlorn ( Read more... )

i want to travel till the sun sets on a different coast. to take that great red beast and pile everything i'll need into the back. i'll drive it till she stops driving. then i'll walk until my legs stop walking. i want to live for weeks on the generosity of strangers, with 25 dollars in my pocket. just enough to buy dinner when i need it. in this ( Read more... )

i was watching the water today, watched it come close, close enough to touch almost or if i wanted to. watched it slide away, away like everything else in this crazy, mad, spinning world. away like the girlfriend i have back in silver springs, new mexico, sitting on her porch, glass of lemonade, hand outstretched, always expecting me. when's a good ( Read more... )