Month: September 2009

We peek over the edge- a tortoise sea of glass & reflection…. step back – Getting out of darker corners is forgetting the sorrow of loss & debt. In & out of that sort of (more…)

circa 1998 – names obviously omitted. ——– Let’s think of some names- It’s depressing even starting- I don’t know when it ends. Duplicate names- back and forth over and under (both (more…)

Damned infernal crotchedy old bastards been along the dock where the crates move when the day is done infested w/ mice you never end up w/ anything done. circa 1998

Waiting for writing- or write while we wait. Never simply write- but a remarkable moment when it happens –clenching ones hands- writhing in the thought… where to take it……. Finding (more…)

[ED NOTE: I haven’t the foggiest when this was from, but I cry a lot more now, am a hell of a lot less cynical, and oh dear me how *it* happened.  Like nothing I dreamt of -  So that’s nice.  The editor (more…)

A younger Michael, circa 1994 That whole situation – the buildup the note Everything about her – it was fake. She didn’t exist. A foreign exchange student embodied one of my many dreams. It always (more…)

He can get alot down But doubts his ability The tenacity to fight with his other thoughts & write these down…. while the others – all the others (STOP IT) like the skeletons pushing (more…)

Legs clasping red wine, Thing must be done before making love to these words again the ancient mistress infallible even when fucked, gone – out of it. A long time lover you come back to for (more…)

Very difficult – dark like the heart of fire Broken things falling through – I can feel it ebbing snapping – like the fire. No music is the way it was spoken – Natural. So hear the grind (more…)

Writers might not have the capability for sustainability this…. passionate fervour. Never stable – They can elate & strike awe. People hang on every word – & (more…)