It’s that feeling like walking through a dream. When everything glows a soft infusion or orange, red and gold as if the world has absorbed the sun.
“I'm now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I'm working at turning myself into a seer. You won't understand any of this, and I'm almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It … Continue reading Rimbaud On Sacrifice and Art
"My sudden love for these two women occupies entirely separate philosophies that i’m only now beginning to understand. Like a rift in the multiverse that is the self. Shay represents stability. Comfort. Success. Whereas Ingrid claims the part of me which belongs to the world. An exotic manifestation of my inner desire to be free. … Continue reading
(from an old rough draft of The Outsider) It’s pouring out. The cobblestones are slick and the alley is narrow and dark and the sky above, that maroon storm-black. There’s smoke and exhaust hanging in the cold air. My breath is thick and the streets shine like glass below the lampposts. My pack is soggy, … Continue reading A Glimpse of Granada
Happy birthday to the mad Gonzo saint. Let's cheers to this mind of threaded insanities, the functional junkie. A toast of Wild Turkey, a drive through "bat country" and the knowledge that...
"I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. Feel the sun beating over my brow, speckled and damp and her brow wet like honey. The blood rushing and wet like honey. The blood rushing. The beating heart in Kansas City. The honeyed skin, the beating hearts, the beating suns. Wet like honey. A triangle … Continue reading A Triangle Under a Spotlight Sun
Uncovering the modern identity of an African Kingdom. A beautiful and rugged society, multicultural, secular in some ways, rigid in others.
Bohemian nights in Valencia where the gypsies shred violins into the coming dark
I recently had the pleasure of joining fellow author Maria Rochelle in quite a revealing conversation… A discussion on travel, literature, writing, life, love and losing oneself in the beautiful madness of all things. Since reading Knausgaard i’ve been determined to step, several wide steps, away from the ego. Moving instead towards a voracious diet of […]
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home. -RUMI It's been a while. 160 days or so and the whole world has shed its skin time and time again in the act of revisions and the hopscotch … Continue reading A Breath of Fresh Air