Category Archives: Writing
The 45 Incubus & the Spa Channel
Finding myself in a rinse * repeat quotidian cycle of the 45 incubus sucking the life out of a sleeping America, I change the channel away from the noise to the Spa-ah-ah-ah Channel Uh, yeah. I’m not embarrassed to claim … Continue reading
A Crack in the Universe Where the Pain Comes In
There is a crack in the universe where the pain comes in and keeps my mind in a Krampüs-enraged Mental Holocaust. (Lord have mercy…turn this down before you click the play button on song 2 and more at their bandcamp page…) Can I get … Continue reading
Going Postal
The signs filled my inbox of life all week, spritzed here and there peppering what was otherwise a lovely and eventful Spring Break week remaining at home to clear, cleanse, and create. I socialized with different friends sharing our fidgets and … Continue reading
“A Screaming Comes Across The Sky”
This wonderful collection of words in the post title was not penned by me nor comes from my brain other than the receptacle of memory as that of the words of author Thomas Pynchon‘s in his novel titled “Gravity’s Rainbow“. How … Continue reading
Dystrumpia
Well, it’s almost XMAS and it’s almost Fascism. I’ll celebrate the the 25th with friends, family, fun, and frolic with some libation most certainly tossed in. Immediately after, I’ll toast to the end of liberty for the latter and hunker down into my … Continue reading
When I Was 15 and Other Life Changes
I read and see so many stories in the news lately about women, by women, and for women. Our minds, hearts, and souls reel from the quotidian soiling of the “wanna-be king” and his ugly mob of troglodytes who yammer on in … Continue reading
