ANOTHER DAY

All posts set under the category “blogism” are experiments on my own take on “diary-blogging” and all darkness, cynicism, self-pity, existential questions, pessimism, frustration, and melancholy to be found therein should be taken with a large grain of kosher sea salt and a paper-thin slice of kobe beef on a bed of . . . → Read More: explaNATION

oh what id give to be a swinger of birches the supple bend of youth to rhythmfloat above the soil from trunk to trunk in the lazy arc of the moon but they dont grow out here so ill be a swinger of cedars if i can find any now that so many are cut and i cant swing on firs . . . → Read More: 5.10.07 frostwalt

The dryer rolls  in heat circles, my door’s closed so I only hear it muffled.  Windows cracked to move air, city sounds leak in, the constant metal-ocean groan, sharp horn calls, tire squeal, the ambulance cry “Bring out your dead!”, the trucks, the 18 wheels moving it all around, getting it here, and there, whatever it is…I . . . → Read More: 5.6.07 this particular hour