MY RECENT POSTS
- A Godfire in the Blood
January 24, 2014 10:30AM
- THREE STORIES
January 13, 2014 05:10AM
- THE SECRET TO HAPPINESS MIGHT
TURN OUT TO BE SETTLING
January 23, 2011 07:39PM
- WHAT IS THE EXCUSE FOR THE
January 19, 2011 05:38AM
- THE TERMINUS
January 18, 2011 08:36AM
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We know for sure that the early solar system before the planets formed was a huge accretion disk of preplanetary material ranging from the size of dust particles up to large boulders. this enormous debris field slowly clumped together via random collisions and increasing gravitational attraction to f
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by John Mayfield
the maria and howard story
"and what is it that our hearts can hold except memory?"
It was a cursed planet.
[ok now wait, is that what we want for a first sentence? startings are so important. how bout an "accursed" planet? or "this planet was cursed, [acc… Read full post »
IS IT POSSIBLE THAT THE TRUE SECRET TO HAPPINESS MIGHT
TURN OUT TO BE SETTLING?
Two thousand feet from here is one of the world's great hamburger stands.
Just a little old wood shingle shack really, with a big covered front porch for people to stand in… Read full post »
WHAT IS THE JUSTIFICATION, OR THE EXCUSE FOR DOWNLOADING
THINGS FOR FREE ON THE PIRATE BAY?
Its just plain theft after all, isnt it? somebody makes a product, a film or an album or a book, and provides all the labor and investment of every kind that goes into that,… Read full post »
everyone comes to this place
shaped like and named after a bus station
yeshua died at 33 they say. they guess. ive got 23 years on him. lincoln made it to 50. einstein was 75 at the terminus. freud was 86 and still sneaking cigars even though most of his jaw… Read full post »
"this is what happens when the words take over the typewriter"
...anger can kill a guy, but it can also provide a means
and a reason to kick the lid off the damn casket from the dark
inside and stomp your way on out of there...
I was waiting in… Read full post »
if all the world is crazy
babbling, raging, non-sensical, delirious, mad...
then i can still give my self permission to be sane.
if all the world is brutal
vicious, spitting, scratching, screaming, torturers, rapists, defeaters of… Read full post »
To Sleep in A Not Too Quiet Place
To sleep in noise is to not sleep.
We shiver, start and tangle,
our best found dreams all broken into and apart
by the slippery dish that falls and breaks
and brings a sorry crying out
from unforgiving kitchen floors
So nothing is accomplished.
But plain whit… Read full post »
This huge area of town had had a lot of given names over the years, all of them more or less unfortunately correct and none of them very flattering.
"Industrial" was the most generic and recurring, and "City of Industry" had a pointless and silly Chamber of Commerce ring to it,… Read full post »
nothings worked out too good this far.
i didnt win the lottery, although i did work it real hard,
and i really thought i would.
i didnt stay young forever,
sure surprised me.
i never made a billion dollars.
or a million dollars.
or more than i could slowly carry home in both tired hands.
no Nobel… Read full post »
DAYWHITE BECOMES BLACK NIGHT
and he writes to break the dawn
He was very restless, he was fidgety, he was sitting at his desk and just lightly clackety clacking the keys on his keyboard without really pressing down hard enough or long enough to register anything, faintly hoping a word or two might… Read full post »
you write something.
make a world and make it sing
rip the people right out of your head
ready or not, here they come
and then feel the responsibility
not to betray them
as you realize
that they are more important to you than you.
and if any part of your life is… Read full post »
in the silence
in the breathings
and when my eyes find their reflection
in your eyes
no one knows
what worlds begin.
into this "you are" I reach and find
all there is
the need of me is everywhere.
there is no breath but this one open breath.
there is no touch but this known shared… Read full post »
NOW I REMEMBER YOU
all that brilliant fierceness
beckoning outward toward me from inside you,
calling me by names of such purely accurate
and disrespectful mention
that my spoiled silence
waiting upon being waited upon, turned pale
and asked your kind permission to then vanish… Read full post »
it occurs to me now that anonymity is a kind of rudeness, so here is my stuff, if anyone should ever want to know.
i am a dried out and flattened roadkill dawg baking and barking beside a narrow highway in the gray green gold and sometimes purple crystal bellsong… Read full post »