I'm going to tell you a story. A story about a man, about me, about a student, a story, a product, of the all too typical. I'm going to tell you a story. A story about innocence, about love, about art and culture. A story about the modern, the post modern, the birth of so many different… Continue reading A story
Getting older is weird, doing this with these fingers, just strange, and it doesn't feel like I should be here, and I am, I'm here, just practicing on Christmas and alone, been alone, night, so long, days and black cat followed me to the store tonight but I couldn't bring him anywhere. He wanted to go, nice kitty stay… Continue reading None of this makes any sense. Practice writing.
Real Books for Robots. Santa Claus isn't real. After that cynical comment I walked to the door, and ha, got a box of book store quality versions of Sleep Walking Under the Moon Soul of Lake Michigan in today, spent all my money on getting these books made. Seeing them in real life I'm kinda… Continue reading Happy Holidays, from Adventures in American Writing