Poem: Nocturne
slow bass cycles, to and fro paino, windy thumps, rustling leaves slow and soft, tapping raindrops rap upon the skylight “take notice of me” insists the withering storm echoes of afternoon tantrum clouds now quiet, gone to bed...
Monday Memorabilia/Collections: Lemax Carnival of Carnage
I meant to write this one up a couple weeks ago but got sidetracked from working on this blog most of this month. Anyway, back at it now, and this was the first piece of 2021 Lemax Spooky Town that I picked up: Carnival of Carnage. It’s a taller...
Poem: Auburn
Dull roots return —so much for low maintenance— but low maintenance is for low moods giving up not bothering I should delight in high maintenance —and finding shortcuts– for high rewards or at least the satisfaction of not giving up refusal to bow down to my dull roots both...
Movies, better weather, and yarn winding
Well, I missed last week because reasons… or at least, I think I had reasons, I don’t really remember. So, what have I been up to? Well, watching a lot of movies. I’ve talked about my writing projects a bit here and there and I’ve decided to narrow my...
Poem: Renewal
on the cut (or I should be): the excess of years needing to melt away let my true form emerge rising like daffodils through the dirt pushing new buds to shine in the sun and discard the rest like last year’s compost feeds the flower and vanishes into the...
Poem: Southwards
Flicker on, far horizon Candle? (pitchforked) Torch? Tunnel’s end? slide towards or hide waiting for more glow more info Sensations: tingling, warm fuzz of possible hope and new dawn...
Aspect ratios, bass clarinet, first Lemax of the year, etc.
Where to start this week… Well, the cell phone bullshit extended to Tuesday, and took my brother’s intervention to fix it all. All I can say is I absolutely hate dealing with telecomm bullshit. And my old carrier’s sales team has been calling me every single day, even though...
Poem: Breach
deep seated fatigue (not just the surface sleep loss or tiredness from efforts) I am sick of how I’ve been living shirking work scorning music and not the flood comes and sweeps me with it all form a little fissure of willingness I must learn to surf and swim...
Cell swap blues, sacrificing my nails for music, and some garden produce
Yawn… ‘scuse me, I’m a little sleep-deprived this week, had a bunch of nights of not getting more than 5 or 6 hours of sleep and some of those nights were broken up by frequent waking within that time. Also, I’m using “nights” loosely as I’ve been getting to...
Monday Memorabilia/Collections: Aerosmith backstage signage
Or rather: alleged Aerosmith backstage signage. I got this almost 8 years ago off of eBay for $20 and the claim was that it was a sign that Aerosmith used to stick up at the entrance to their backstage area. It came in one of those plastic sheet protector...