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Tag Archives: Writers
First Draft
First draft, catch the idea, put it on the page. But its not all there yet? Doesn’t matter, you have a quota. Just get it on the page, and get it out there. Fuck editing, fuck censoring, it’s all out, all on the line. Tomorrow is a big day, in a bad way, maybe weContinue reading “First Draft”
Poetry or Politics, Wtf should I write!?
What is a writer to do when he wants to write everything!?
Writers Block, A Poem
No ideas, but all the motivation. All the reasons to do it yet no reason at all. Like a marathon, hitting a wall. Just spit it out, Put it on the page! Put it on the Page! Forget if it makes sense, forget the grammar and spell checks. Fuck making sense. Just put it onContinue reading “Writers Block, A Poem”
Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On
Recently as I was filing my chaotic pile of notes that clog my writing desk I came across three napkins with sporadic red sharpie on it. I remembered that last summer I was at a huge party to see a friend’s band. In a fit of something I have yet been able to describe withContinue reading “Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On”
My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win
Like many young writers who play the professional game I picked up a part time job for some extra cash and experience to keep my resume flowing while I still look for the door to kick in and put my foot. I started canvassing for rent control in the city of Sacramento and felt wonderfulContinue reading “My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win”
A poem for Trump
President Trump Got a big bump on his wittle head. =( And so his combover Is bound to blow over, oh fuck this I wish he was dead.
The Professional Protester Episode 23 : I’ll Take Fascism for $700 Billion Alex
Surpassed Supression
Each page draws me closer to check and falling sprout of surpassed suppression. I give no heart to pain and I ignore its friend prejudice, It has no beacon of warmth, No fix that is real or help. There is one, and its only an idea. Only, as if that made it any less powerfulContinue reading “Surpassed Supression”
Ecstasy’s Wind
Error in Judgement, Judgment and decay no more, but an ecstasy wind. What limited realm is the i.d. of our very realm itself? Does not your realm breathe of the ecstasy wind and of ecstasy’s wind. What Apollo gods rule this earth to maker her so cruel? Why Athena have you forsaken us? 6/9/14
The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 7
Chapter 7 I was so freaked out I couldn’t even get back to sleep. It was still dark, around 4:30am, but for some reason I felt like I had to get out of the hotel room, I felt suffocated and I couldn’t understand why. I knew I couldn’t go out the front door because I’dContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 7”
The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 6
Chapter 6 Then I had another dream. I was talking to her, telling her everything about myself. Confessing every single pathetic detail of my infatuation with her. But suddenly she changed. Suddenly I wasn’t taking to her, but the girl whom I struck whilst pummeling her boyfriend. But what I was saying wasn’t changingContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 6”
The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words.
Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words. That night, I had a dream. The dream was about her. We fucked in my dream, we fucked in the hottest most passionate of ways, totally naked, arms and legs wrapped around each other and locked inContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 5 “I’ve just had 18 straight whiskies, I think that’s the record” Dylan Thomas’s last words.”
