Tuesday, September 29, 2009


I've been a bit nuts lately.  Shaky.  Nervous like never before.  But still holding steady.  I feel the bottom of the lake skirting my feet these days.  I've been paddling upward with baby T-rex hands. Chomping at passing flies.

Friday, September 18, 2009

"Tell me something terrible."

Rolling grumble review.
Maggots on the kitchen floor –a shifting desert of ants hording over them.
Wiggling little faceless babies eaten alive by teems of black specs.

Somehow I feel like this was psychic manifestation –all of the bile being vomited out in the words of two seemingly good people.

"And here we have plump white larvae". Take your share.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Getting this project off the ground...

He took a long sip of his coffee.
Then, "Maybe you aren't running because your legs aren't moving."

Monday, September 14, 2009

going for broke

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Bunga And The Deep Blue Sea
Sunset Cliffs 9/6/09

Doomsday Again

Toast crumbs on mouth.
Biting remarks on the chest.
Cloud of gnats around the head.
The kill glance grasp.
The huff-sigh silence.
It must be another day.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


early day

'I'm done' he said. The quiet moment. The kick shuffle. The shoulder rise. The sigh fall. The heart drop. The face loosening. The gut quiver. The mouth hanging. The wet drips. 'It's all I can do'.