The Blurring of Time Passing.

“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.”

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.”

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.”