The sleeping world, and the end of the thoughts. What are we? What am I? These words are paintings of thoughts, of just that, of just there, of voices inside of our heads. Two days, gone. Today, gone. Still, gone. Writing brings back the insanity that I wish I still suffered from. In the basement with black and white… Continue reading What are we?
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Not Words Just adventures in New Machine and paper things
Doing a little recap tonight. Hand picking some personal markers, because I'm going on a two week adventure and reading tour at sunbreak. So sorry if I flood the stream with my writing rocks. All this will soon be over, I promise. Not Words Just adventures in New Machine and paper things.
What is the Universe? Are You (a) Writer? I Don’t know…
My family is old. I am old. This is something I wrote, suffering. No longer, Now, Suffering. Spontaneous prose as is… Body hurts and girl in bed, dog in bed…I sit here to type some words on new typewriter, only destiny, only my life, and how does a man become honest with himself? These are… Continue reading What is the Universe? Are You (a) Writer? I Don’t know…
Adventures In American Writing 