I was bemoaning to a friend earlier tonight, what with the major icy weather event we’re having here in Austin, that I seldom get holed up in my house long enough that I connect with my creative drive to produce something artistic. The weather here is just so nice year round (until it is definitely …
Category Archives: Poetry
So much artistic, emotional, creative constipation. Hoping for the right stool softener the break through so I can make the best shit in my life. Instead, clenching, hoping for diamonds.
Turning Cranks With No Thanks
I have seen the greatest minds of my generation copied, co-opted, ripped off, written over, memified, stolen, and misapplied whenever they put their best efforts into the work they post on the internet. I have no illusions that my own work has become grist for the mill. I’ve seen it. Most of my readers are …
Based on my YouTube suggested videos, Google thinks I’m a lefty urbanist who’s fascinated with trains, planes, bikes, walkable neighborhoods, civil infrastructure, and has a passing interest in science, psychology, sex ed, and questionable comedians. There’s some malignant threads of amateur radio and electronics tacked on for good measure. Damn, do they have me binned.
Never Again Again
Solving all the worlds problemsOver caffeine and boozeOnly to be forgotBy the second press of the snooze