Well, it has been a year. How are you doing? Are you up to much these days? I miss you. It's strange. This sustained silence. I think of you often, but the memories are so different now. Every moment captured in brief clips. Little homemade videos in my mind. Shoddy editing, bad sound quality. You'd … Continue reading The One-Year Look-Back
Mosh
Stop thinking right now. Stop thinking. Stop. You get to choose, Though a shadowy colossus approaches. You are going to feel an infinite variation of pulsating rhythms composed of pain and pleasure. The tattoo of feelings will try to control you, to own you, to take you down. But you are only here In this … Continue reading Mosh
& the .revolution will be Chaos
It's falling, roiling, crashing to the sea. That sound you hear, silent quakes of our old country. Yesterday she did, but today, she won't anymore. And tomorrow, she will never again. She won't go back and she won't again; there is no resurrection for yesterday. And for the loss of all your petty comforts, your violent … Continue reading & the .revolution will be Chaos
American Recline
There are basically two ways to get to Jeff's house. The first way takes you down Alamo, a wide four-laned boulevard dotted by street lights and developments on the western side and rolling green cornfields on the eastern side, and it's a straight shot. The second way takes you up Altamont, a two-lane thoroughfare with … Continue reading American Recline
Cold Night College Boy
The day before he died, Guy Dunn woke up from a nap. Pale blue twilight trickled in through the broken blinds of the small window in his cramped dorm room. He heard garbled voices in the common room beyond his paper-thin door. 'Pack it again.' 'Your phone's ringing, Joey.' Outside, the once heavy white sky … Continue reading Cold Night College Boy
The Climb
This is a call to all the climbers out there. To the people not done chasing those towering peaks called, Dreams. Keep climbing. To the fighters pushing to outlast the challenges of a difficult world, To the lovers opening their hearts to an uncertain world, To the visionaries with eyes for future worlds: Keep climbing. … Continue reading The Climb
Dawn
The world keeps spinning strangely. The bad guys keep winning and the good guys' desks are covered in thick layers of dust. Every day, it seems, something else goes against the moral arc of the universe. Part of waking up from the slumber and fog of adolescence, for me, has been realizing how radical hope is … Continue reading Dawn
