Something's Happening
There may be nothing new under the sun, but there are always new ways to let it shine.
There may be nothing new under the sun, but there are always new ways to let it shine.
This is the design for my newest batch of vinyl stickers. I just submitted the order and should have them in hand in a week or so. I sell my stickers on my Artisan's Coop store, but I do not profit from them. I also give them out
screaming motorcycles encircle my house triggering a fear of the dangers of daring to be young again on top of that all the birds a round here are refusing to co operate i remember leaping over the handle bars and painting the street with several inches of my fore head
The idea that all of us adults have an inner child is silly. Which is the point.
I am not a disciplined writer. I don't even like to call myself a writer. I don't get writer's block. I get writer's fright. I've said this before. Why does writing frighten me? Because when writing, I can't lie. I can't hide.
i used to by opium from a guy who wore renfaire clothing and always made me listen to him sing 'shelter from the storm' i just cut ties with a grifter poet who'd been grooming me for a few months, i don't know what
I'm on a short bridge, standing on a milk crate for a better view. A tribe of gorillas inhabits the creek-side below. The creek is known as Blood River, but nobody knows why. There is a beat up old suitcase somewhere near... well, somewhere, anyway. There is a
I. the two boys the garden snake the sun dried wood the long stretch the measure II. I remember on my back my skin warmth above and below fading into suchness the sun III. the one boy the opened jack knife the silver blade (the cutting the blood) the dying
Godot will always be coming, but certain never to arrive. Be like Lucky, the wise fool.