The death of Michael Jackson marked the beginning of a personal photo project, a simple P.O.V. “thing” that makes me believe I am more important than the average creature. I am, just ask my kids… not my son, he’ll drool on you! And so, the idea is to look back on these as I have [...]
Entries Tagged as ‘writing’
April 21, 2008
Beast of burden… for your pleasure.
Rikki Don’t Lose That Number
We hear you’re leaving, thats ok
I thought our little wild time had just begun
I guess you kind of scared yourself, you turn and run
But if you have a change of heart
Chorus:
Rikki don’t lose that number
You don’t wanna call nobody else
Send it off in a letter to yourself
Rikki don’t lose that number
Its [...]
April 4, 2008
“You f’ing bitch, let’s work it out!”
People, people everywhere. Your family, your friends, your neighbors and co-workers. I write because of people, those that are here, influencing my everyday and those I wish I had met (or have, but because we are who we are, we refuse to fight for their stay). The book’s about people, they interact and have meals, [...]
March 19, 2008
Wiki -this!
We have forgotten that love is irrational. It doesn’t care of timing or distance and sometime soon it will catch you letting go of something that never was. Perpetually passionate about everything of little importance, at this age the responsibilities you have tried to avoid get brave enough to knock at your front door. If [...]
March 18, 2008
New characters emerge
…from the shadows of those I had to let go…
The concept of compatibility is more of a variable than hard fact; in every situation upon which two people connect through some abstract reasoning, compatibility is the scapegoat. Attraction, also a matter of compatibility, for every fish needs a hook. Kyle had this simple idea of [...]
March 2, 2008
At the edge of a cliff….
maybe a few steps down, exaggerated notion of life-changing encounters being these outrageous leaps of faith when there has always been a sturdy ladder nearby. And I mean sturdy, sometimes even some concrete steps with a railing and comfy shoes. But whatever, this whole thing of having lost something so big ’cause you were afraid [...]
January 5, 2008
Beautiful Wife…
I am now aware how much in the past I’ve been living, maybe influenced by the sixties but more or less entangled in a love affair with the memories of an aching past. Enough with characters and characterization and horrible depictions of people we never truly knew, enough of salty inspirations and sweetened misjudgments. If [...]
December 3, 2007
Run To You
It means to follow dreams and break curses, survive mistakes as we’re making them. It’s an abstract thought that made itself into friends and family and wine, unadulterated joy and possibility and you. They say that when the artist becomes involved with the muse, that veil of mystery is lifted. I would expect the same [...]
November 5, 2007
“The Book” and stories for believers
What is sex without a respected friendship that transcends lust? And what is poetry without the muse that moves you to write it? People have relationships without the duty of remembrance. They hold hands, comfort and expect the same in those they love. It doesn’t happen, it isn’t that simple and it can’t be done [...]
October 12, 2007
Heart Cushions
I haven’t stayed up this late in months, so through the light of nothing I’d like to step on the concept of love like most people around me have. I would like to have sex, raunchy and mean, while someone waits for me in a cold bed. I’d like to exploit the gifts of guile [...]
