I'll be here all night. Figuring some stuff out. Experimenting with some dark matter. See you at sunrise. I don't even know what im going to write. Couple topics, some old memories, some future events that will never happen but be remembered more than those that did. I was going to keep editing but fuck… Continue reading A Short Story, A Spontanous Writing Experiment.
Tag: spontaneous prose
Waiting for another Sunrise. (Fixed Consciousness)
Five A.M, back and forth my mind goes. Words and days and thoughts and time, so much time have I prepared for what I'm about to write for a brief passage of time, now gone, done, drafted, posted. Nothing slows down for me and neither does it for you. We can try to be critical… Continue reading Waiting for another Sunrise. (Fixed Consciousness)
The Writer Writes, Alone. ( Some pictures of where I typed the past 12 months)
Part one,Ten pages of timeless red Notebook that could be recovered after a Storm
"Now I’m riding the underground trolley back in forth in the Atlanta airport. In the most densely populated airport in America I’m the only one around, well except for night-shift workers, but they’re not on the train. I can imagine the kick that the federal security is having watching me walk around this airport like… Continue reading Part one,Ten pages of timeless red Notebook that could be recovered after a Storm
Last Page of my summer Notebook
What a great few days seeing some old friends, their children, walking into their life after so many years, meeting their new friends, making new arcs and families. What great people I know. I'm proud of the adults they've transformed into. Searching, walking, growing, picking up where time left off, and I wish I lived… Continue reading Last Page of my summer Notebook
Adventures In American Writing 