liminal screeds

big boi – sir lucious left foot: the son of chico dusty

Ξ August 25th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini album reviews, screeds |

“Smooth as a baby’s bottom!”

hey jude

Ξ August 23rd, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ screeds |

opportunity

Ξ August 18th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini fiction, screeds |

She remembered once hearing someone say “I heard the head of his jimmy the size of a apple.”  She wanted to say that sometime, but the opportunity never came.

the purposes of absence

Ξ August 18th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ comfortable integrity, screeds |

Well, there was the matter of drinking Patron straight from the bottle and watching Coen Brothers movies. For a week.  Some hospital stuff, then  back to work. Gotta run, go pick up about nine prescriptions. I love summer.

doll

Ξ July 30th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ screeds |

lower dens – twin-hand movement

Ξ July 30th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini album reviews, screeds |

Joy Division meets Mazzy Star. Totally lands.

sun taste

Ξ July 9th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini fiction, screeds |

Also, the spider was gone. The spider was gone and she could no longer taste the sun.

Greenvegas

Ξ July 5th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ of local note |

tame impala – innerspeaker

Ξ May 30th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ mini album reviews, screeds |

inna-gada-da-vida

(album art leads to stream…but y’all know to always hover over my shite just in case)

free ideas

Ξ May 30th, 2010 | → 1 Comments | ∇ screeds |

I’m going to give up. Let it go. Since about 1998, I’ve been trying to write a poem that will go well with the title Crepuscular Rays. Someone else can have a go.
If you’re interested, I also have short story idea I can’t write. It’s based on the true story about the year I killed any author I read. Just by reading him. Truman Capote? Irwin Shaw? That was me.