Friday, May 20, 2011


I've been writing a lot actually, a fuckload.

I guess I'm just more selective about what I publish, or I'm lazy.
Perhaps there will be a new stream of released work, or maybe this is just a small visible flash in my ever cooking pan.

Here's some old(ish) poetry:

On cold scoundrel plains,
A black bird did croon,
Tales of pithy pains
Avast the belly of the moon

Subverged below
Its pale grey glow;
Mice, men scampered and did;
toil, dug, did lump earth's
soil. Clothing in shine skid;
the quivering names of its births.
Nestled within, the bramble thorn branches;
of Zeus's grey beard
Pale people amongst dust, cities and ranches
scared as sheep to be sheared

Rev'rend oak beams; the dessert's aged giver
Limestone monoliths, abroad the great river,
Carvéd jade dragons, ruby laced cows
Smiling gold boulders, soothe the here and the now.

-On religion.

Yeah, so there's some shit.
Don't fret, I haven't stopped writing.
Write!Write!Write! It was is great advice.


  1. Immediately I have an image of cobblestoned, medieval London festered with sludge and rats...the dark secret behind aristocratic gowns! A bristling, surreal scenario haunted with an overlay of eastern mystery! Beautiful piece of powerful writing!

  2. Bravo! I appreciate your candor and moxie!! That's truly POW!erfull in a world with so much whorizontal hypocrisy. May I see you in Seventh-Heaven?? I'd greatly appreciate that, too. Now, here's mine: mine's a journey, of sorts, to get Upstairs without a lotta baggage. N'joy!! HeeHee the sweetner??

    CAUTION: our 22-wildchild-blogOwama is a total wealth of bottomless sophistication, nuanced inferences, and synonymous metaphors you most prooooo’bly won’t find anywhere else. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN WISK!!

    Frankly, I wouldn't be tooo worried about what the whorizontal world thot about me, dear; I'd be much more concerned about what Jesus shall say at our General Judgment. You may not like me now, yet, I’m not out to please you. Lemme wanna gonna tella youse Who (grrr - New Joisey accent):

    Greeting, earthling. Not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like for us if ya believe/accept: meet this ultra-bombastic, ex-mortal-Upstairs for the most extra-blatant, catch-22-excitotoxxins, guhroovaliciousnessly delicious, pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Reality-Firepower-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué, eternal-real-McCoy-warp-drive you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-rrrock’nNsmmmokin’-hot-deal: PLEASE KEEP HANDS/FEET INSIDE THE WIDE UNTIL WE MADE A CIRCUMFERENCE OF the OUTSTANDING, NEVER-ENDING, THRILLIONTH-RED-MARKER-POSSIBILITIES!!! Puh-leeeze meet me Upstairs. Do that for us. Cya soon, girl…