I couldn’t tell you what I was hoping to find that night I emerged from the subway tunnel into the heart of the throbbing city just as the short hand on my wristwatch passed silently over the number twelve. I was a virgin to these streets, to anything bigger than myself and my nondescript hometown … More ant hills & other thoughts
perhaps it’s closer than it seems, buried in time past, patient and dormant beneath the layers of conditioning. with shallow breaths it waits for its time. and sometimes you pause, perplexed by an audible sigh. do not think it is so foreign, do not think it is so far away. it is right there inside … More perhaps it’s closer
everything sideways on the bed. the lamp still on, there’s a bug on the wall. a note above my pillow reads: “love (naturally) hurts.” what is the opposite of depression? instead of feeling nothing i feel entirely too much. too much of the impact of tragedy and love. i am riddled with shrapnel from the … More everything sideways on the bed
once i was sitting in a light gray room in the quiet, enjoying some solitude, when my ears were filled with magical sounds that seemed to come from all around. i closed my eyes to see what was there — pictures and people were everywhere. they smiled and sang and knew each other’s names and … More daytime dreams
i dreamt i was traveling down the road with lots of time and no place to go. the folks in the back were all too kind but i realized i’d only met them one time. so i pulled on over at the next gas station when i was suddenly filled with this strange elation. here … More rambling daytime blues
“what else did he have besides her with her awkward footsteps and glowing perfumed smell. even in the winter, her cheeks tingled with health and she swayed like a deep sigh, slowly and dream-like.”
All these D E E P thinkers thinking D E E P things, filled with an i n f i n i t e list of crises. Their tattered moleskines are forgotten like the dissipating cloud trailing from their third cigarette.