Animals at Breakfast

Crows, rabbits, and storks – all around my hospital bed. I’m almost 50, but I’m in the hospital with a broken leg and I’m 14 years old, again. I ask the crows, “what the fuck is going on?!” I’m desperate – I can’t breath, the words are dry, my skin feels like it’s on fire, … Read moreAnimals at Breakfast

Sleeping On Benches

the darkness had begun to lift, the sun stretching awake. The cold was a loud obnoxious drunk. The slatted bench violated physics pushing upward into the slow bones of the sleeping. He’d once been at a New Year’s Eve party filled with the most beautiful women. Late into the evening, early into the next year, … Read moreSleeping On Benches

The Fly

“You know,” he thought to himself, “if you’re going to kill yourself, you should do it like Rachel Corrie.” He’d thought about her often. Not that she killed herself – the casual observer 10,000 miles away knew the IDF murdered her. Rather, her death had meant something. Her life means something. “She was,” he thought, … Read moreThe Fly

Visiting

does it make a difference if you’ve tried and failed, repeatedly so that now you look broken and ugly? that knock of the world upon your soul, rapping hard like the pigs do when they come to find you; take you to the camps just to remind you that the pain they inflict will never … Read moreVisiting

Imaginary Wars

An update for all who are closely following the conflict between the two blocks of University Pl. NW. Unification will happen, whatever the cost. Determination was why the people wanted me. Well, by people, I mean the one’s I serve at the pleasure of, not all those stupid voters. Anyway, read on for the update. … Read moreImaginary Wars

WAR!

Recently I declared war on a certain deserving group of people. Read on to see the declaration and the plans. Further, I am being supported in my efforts by Dra and others. Hello ALL! I have cleverly BCC’d everyone on this list so as not to violate any friendship NDA’s I may have signed. Without … Read moreWAR!

Barflies

Goddamn useless whores seem to permeate the skin of a decent bar like your fingers get waterlogged and pruny when they’ve been wet too long. Those whores really take away from a decent drinking experience.

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