We Begin that was how it started, this is how it started, that death, this death, two points, on an imaginary line, only one point, on a circle, a clock... Eric Jennings • writing
The Custom of Violence In the earliest grades he was a bit of a bully. If his family hadn’t moved he likely would have continued on a trajectory towards becoming a very bad person. However, and somehow, the move to another state affected him in such a manner that he effectively began learning how to be a human being. Eric Jennings • writing
The Saddest Piss in the World i’m standing in a dark closet dreaming / dreaming like a monkey / what a monkey sounds like / what a monkey sounds like when it stubs it’s toe Eric Jennings • writing
Queequeg, Cleopatra, and Xerxes Walk Into a Bar We were poor. Number 10-sized cans of mealy, sinewy, chicken guts, peanut butter, and powdered eggs. Embarrassing standing in line to pick it all up. Eric Jennings • writing
At the Enduro Most people think they know what makes a haiku, and most of them are wrong. Eric Jennings • writing
Does It Matter if You Touch the Ashes? I Did Not Touch the Ashes i took my dead mother for a walk last week at Land’s End, by chance i was just looking for easy access water to dump her in to dissolve her, i guess was the intention i didn’t give it that much thought Eric Jennings • writing
