For me there’s freedom in a storm. It’s almost like for a single second the world I walk upon is in sync with what goes on within my own head. And in those moments I find solace and love with the internal tug of war as it is not just me that screams but 6,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 kilograms of rock.
10:47 pm • 23 July 2014 • 4 notes
I’ve been hard at work following through on a short book I have wanted to pursue for a number of years containing poetry and other assorted stories and thoughts. I’m going to be self-publishing and am currently looking for anyone who may be interested in a copy. The goal is to be done by the end of July and have proper trade paper backs by the end of August. Comment if you’re interested so I can get an idea of how many to press initially. Thanks. (This is not the cover. It too is still in the works.)
6:22 pm • 19 July 2014 • 2 notes
Endless comfort amongst the dirt
Decay and decompose
Sleeps ultimate rest
Making friends amongst the stones.
The grave in it’s grace in so profound.
A true opiate and messiah.
11:34 pm • 15 July 2014 • 1 note
I play and write in a new band called Without with former members of Lilith (ex-6131 records) and Krampvs. Recording starts today.
In November we also are playing with Self Defense Family (Deathwish Inc.) and Goodtime Boys (Bridge Nine) in Tempe, AZ.
1:48 pm • 12 July 2014 • 2 notes
Grave of the fireflies.
The grave in it’s grace is so benign,
as ashes grow the field with the passage of time.
The grave in it’s grace is so
as ashes grow the wound with the passage of time.
a box, in a fold
a tin made to hold -
your loved ones.
hungry, and high
from not sleeping at night -
bathed in filth
a war, a fight
beneath opium skies -
leaves you skeletal
but a boy, or a man
will not except hands -
coveted by charity.
1:43 pm • 12 July 2014 • 19 notes
Ernest Hemingway in the bar Floridita in Havana, unknown date.
7:52 pm • 3 July 2014 • 3,610 notes
Writing truly worries me. I loathe it as much as I need it. I have never encountered an art that was so unforgivingly honest. Even in all my years of working in music and visual art. Theres something brutally terrifying about pen to paper or fingers to keys. It’s the physical translation through…
4:11 am • 27 June 2014 • 2 notes