For record: I was asked to give a reading of a book of mine that came out a few years ago; a very youthful and messy novel that I spontaneously drafted on a travel I had down to Saint Petersburg Florida It is riddled with random and hidden mistakes but people have taken a liking to it, and it… Continue reading Public reading of an old book.
ONE I awoke on page 223. The first word I read as my eyes opened was breast. I wanted to fall back asleep. I couldn't. I already smelled those coffee smells. I wanted to go back to bed. The sun wasn't even up yet. I’m not a native to this realm of existence, to this waking… Continue reading Cloud over Procopius (Draft)
The Post Depression Years, a subjective but objectively and empirically valid historical interview with case number 26241981524362 Everyone knows that water has no taste His name is H.A Weller. This is what he said: “These memories , this night life, well all of this just helps all of us mumblers, helps us sad drunkards to forget. We never forgot, and this… Continue reading The Post Depression Years
Dream Sequence In the park, across from my office I sit where the hotel should be. It is a very urban park. Futuristic, the sum of the green movement. I’m in a park, across from work, at some point in history where it would seem the post industrial world has long been moved on from.… Continue reading Room 713 ( unedited draft)
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