“You won’t pass me, motherfucking Kia” his nasaly drone wore on… An old western cattle drive played through the recording again. This time it got clearer. They had adjusted the music to hear themselves think. To hear each other at least, as they sang along with the ballad. A ghastly take of an old standardContinue reading “The Blurring of Time Passing.”
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The Dull Thump of a Bulletproof Car.
I listened to the smooth jazz lilting from the restaurant’s speakers. Not so much a swanky place as it was an old pub, someplace that pulled up every damp feeling you’ve ever felt drip over you while watching a crime drama. Just a hole in the wall. The burger squished against my teeth as IContinue reading “The Dull Thump of a Bulletproof Car.”
The First Recording.
The first ten minutes are consistent with ambient noise. A high-performance vehicle’s engine whines in the background. Sounds of contemporary jazz guitar flicker through the recording. The ambient background fuzz is reminiscent of a vehicle travelling down the highway. There are two men talking in this audio. Both have voices that are punching out ofContinue reading “The First Recording.”
Lord Anything the Eighth
A door opens. I was ready for the cardboard box in front of me. The dry cracked skin showed signs of age like anything would; with wrinkles and cracks and a variety of stains. This was the last box that was pulled from the last storage unit left in his name. The last one. NotContinue reading “Lord Anything the Eighth”
An Update
So after what will most definitely be the most interesting and chaotic time of my life thus far, I’ve kept detailed notes, and made every attempt where possible to record high quality audio and video. What follows is an account of what will possibly be the most slightly-above-average piece of post-modern American literature that willContinue reading “An Update”
The Edge of the Wood
This is a piece that I wrote and performed at my local open mic night. It took place at a small coffeehouse that I haunt in Illinois, in southwest Chicagoland, in the western suburbs, south of the rivers and canals, and northeast of the westernmost Cook County forest preserves. I went early to work withContinue reading “The Edge of the Wood”
Artem Nephis Animi
Fluffy pillows, twisting darkness that exist as home to Mount Olympus and carrier of Zeus. Orchestrated by Thor to clamor ripples of thunder and summon tines of lightning; bridging our world with Asgard. Paid their due heed by both sky captains and sailors alike; I have sailed through them, swam under them, hiked grumbly amidstContinue reading “Artem Nephis Animi”
La Macchina Va Dove A Gli Occhi & La Voiture Va Où les Yeux Vont.
It was Proust who said that the point of any story is to discover who the characters are, or may become, by challenging their abilities, their values, their understanding of the world. This is the only way you can know what any of these things are. This is how you discover who we really are,Continue reading “La Macchina Va Dove A Gli Occhi & La Voiture Va Où les Yeux Vont.”
The Evening of the Seventeenth, the Day of the Eighteenth and the Morning of the Nineteenth.
Well, here we are. The dreadful dragging, rocky and clamoring jump-start to the work week known as MONDAY. The very word bringing dread, it is first out of seven of our daily obligations to provide a business-quantitative benefit to the corporations that deem us acceptable enough to be provided a fixed quantity of bank notes.Continue reading “The Evening of the Seventeenth, the Day of the Eighteenth and the Morning of the Nineteenth.”
CIBO DE GIUSEPPE!
So about a year ago, I really threw myself at food. I had just returned from an incredible two week jaunt through Germany, Italy and Holland, and wanted to try to recapture some of the most delicious things that I had tasted and for which I had fallen madly in love. It starts with heavierContinue reading “CIBO DE GIUSEPPE!”