the impression of breadth
hand-described the inclination towards nothingness
in paradox lust
cut-up no. eighteen
eating weather whenever
cactus water potions
mystery circles
studies plateau.
pump the breaks!
confusion is a must–
fences remember
dangerous
grapefruit
cut-up no. four
the raised dominant turns back to its original form
a convenience-sake view of prevailing world conditions, events, and existence in general–
he looked like a mechanical engineer
direct, intuitive insight into transcendental truth beyond all intellectual conception
the cut-up technique
I’m ashamed to say I’ve had an “experimental” literature blog for over a year and have yet to do any cut-ups.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I write one every day and choose one I like at the end of the week. I’ve done this with my other poetry stuff. I started doing this with cut-ups at the beginning of September.
Normally, this isn’t pertinent information. In this case, the names are numbered. So, no, you are not “tripping,” there really are numbers missing.
so much winning and lovelessness
the sky is dark this morning,
but my life is bright
Kickin’ it free-form these days.
When Clouds Appear as Mountains is Live!!
My first novel, When Clouds Appear as Mountains, is available in paperback and Kindle!
This has been a (non-continuous) decade in the making! It seems crazy that I’m actually finished with it. It is fiction, but it draws heavily from my life as a 19-year-old weirdo. It felt like I was living in the novel at the time, and after about a dozen re-writes, that novel has come to fruition.
Anyway, it has been a crazy few months since I moved. But now that this novel has been released, my solo band’s new album is out, and my guitar pedal company is becoming more stable, I should have some more time for more literary experiments (as well as time to start on the second draft of my next novel!).
Thanks for reading.
the jaws of life
the spider web outside my window
has captured a leaf
but it is early in the summer
for such dry, brown leaves
Kickin’ it free-form these days.
I Can’t Help You
even with the best intentions,
offering unsolicited advice
is like walking through a minefield
Kickin’ it free-form these days.
yerple
yerple sprigs of purple-voo
twist and skrine around my neck
Kickin’ it free-form these days.
She’s in Columbus Now
her voice makes me smile
she seems too good to be true
sometimes, I don’t hear from her for a while
but I’m never blue
Kickin’ it free-form these days.
