And so, the mysteries of writing reveals itself. It was always silent. It was always nothing. It was always just a spot in the dark.
Riding an endorphin rush of new followers and likes on twitter. Every time the phone lights up I get a new bump. Am I writing, maybe. But a lot of it is under 240 characters. Is this the social media drug they warned us of? Is this why even the creators of twitter are known … Continue reading 4:17 A.M.
https://youtu.be/bkhQKV5o1-g He rocks again. This is something else. Transformative really. If you ever liked this song, and well remember it through a lifetime, to see what the creator has done with it. And see, and feel every note in his performance. That voice, that tone, it is still there.... But it is stand up. And … Continue reading David Byrne: Once in a Lifetime (Live) – SNL
The thing about buying weed in oka is you really don’t know what you are getting. Today it really is a mystery. As in mysterious mix, $5 a gram. As in I am poor or under employed. This holds some appeal. Stretching the dollar. No name chips and questionable weed; distractions have never been so … Continue reading Smoking the question mark
I remembered I wasn't a poet. Ot a writer. Or a has been. Then I remembered I was never was a something something. Then I remembered I'm not that person. Fuck the words. Fuck that. And then has no meaning. And then there was no more. I lied.
If you thought something more, well, it's the camping.
But Margaret Atwood told me I should just write, in a YouTube video ad. Somehow cars became words. She said write, so I did. Ugggggggggggg. And the need to agonize over every phrase, and the need to have a conjunction, a pause, a break; something other than just words, and punctuation. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. Just stop. Words … Continue reading Oh damn, it was just too easy to stop
On a smoke break. After the rain. Clouds parted and a bit of the sun was let through. The cars drove by letting up fine mists of spray from the still wet roads. The sound more subdued. Less traffic, less people, less noise. The calm as day gives way to night. I do love a … Continue reading Car loop in afternoon sunset
We sat, on the edge of the bed, looking up, it might have been a mountain. A beer separated us. Mine to drink, his to wait. I took a swig. “Baby” he called. He is waiting at the summit. I search for a lighter. Need a smoke before the climb. I’m done now, no cancer, … Continue reading Waiting
I've allowed myself to become intimidated by the work of others. I don't measure up in comparison to the successful. Semi professional at best. No natural gift there like the greats. Just common. No portfolio. No prideful celebration of past works. Just something I did. I struggle to find anything I like. I return to … Continue reading Fear of doing