August and the Day of 8
For the past several years I’ve written down my dreams, some of which are conversations that carry on for hours. In the first few minutes following waking I try my best to transcribe these ramblings,...
View ArticleOn Dreaming (1) – No Pilot
Waking hours I am conductor, coaxing independent instruments with wandering keys and reeds to crash into passable music. Asleep my head is pure unfiltered noise, now with more pulp. Reckless...
View ArticleDrinking Games of the Future Part 4 – Present Tense
Sitting in my own lap, thumbing through messages dispensed from self ankle-deep in almost-sleep. Dreamy awake state summons her most dignified 1940s radio baritone and announces: Present. What about...
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begging my brain to let you go and latch on to someone or something else, really this is ridiculous, clogging my own drains. Sick sticking memory of you and your old growth smell and your dance around...
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Death Posturing
You’re done for. There’s one thing, then another, and there’s nothing after that. What does that mean? A cleverly concealed pocket-knife could wiggle me away from a railroad tie-down, and suddenly my...
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