my mood and my sight are like day and night drunken stars in safe skies culled by morning sunrise like a light in the mirror my true nature is clearer and the song of my heart becomes the shameful way to start my day
Author Archives: Shawn
Clouded
Been living in a cloud for a while. After the success of the previous weekend and the mental clarity that the break from Austin provided, last week’s happenings served to drag me into a funk. I nicknamed last weekend “Socially-Awkward Penguin Weekend”, because no matter how minor the interaction, nothing really flowed right. I was …
The Floor, the Sky
I miss writing poetry. I miss looking at the stars and feeling it. Listening to something meaningful. Making a connection with a faceless Other and dreaming of a distant heart. This is our live transmission. Turning back a decade of pain and avoidance. Cleaning out the insults and downward voices that have gummed up my …
Past TI 99/4A, Present Foray
My current project is one of steep learning curves, long memories, and hours of waiting and iterations. Back in high school, I had a TI 99/4A personal computer. We were too poor for the disk drive modules, so I had to store my programs on cassette tapes. I spent a lot of my time working …
Yank
Want to know what kind of day I’m having? Megan Fox sits down at a table with me and starts talking about her tits. And then the alarm clock goes off. Stopped before it even started. And that was the high point of my day.