Between granite walls and windows a flash of life occurs negligent in meaning unwilling to be heard still, for all the failings, it was a solid bet because that meagre streak of living combated endless death Be sure to check out my new book No Cure for Shell Shock.
Yearly Archives: 2016
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The ghost of the ’60s haunts Marrakech Fez and Tangiers Casablanca is next The Adidas wearing youth of today look on, indulgent, then turn away The Hippies? They dream of Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, van Morrison a classic Rock mix And for my own part, don’t think me a fool, […]
Wear your manhood on your sleeve those women can’t be your disease you’ve read the books and bought the shirt, the Vagina Demons have no way to hurt You know you’re macho, know you’re brave your fortress is your phallic cave no Betas, Gammas, dykes or girls can undermine your […]
Tell me this, pretty thing, where does your beauty lie? Because underneath that fine veneer I think it may have died Overdosed on stimulants to give your eyes that shine then washed away when they wore off to leave something false and dry So tell me this, pretty thing, where […]
It’s a theft a knife to the throat jacking where the blade goes deep enough to bleed out something living something vital that a mechanical thief has no use for beyond purging it and pumping it back to victims they’ve kicked while down and robbed once up Be sure to […]
Just a quick heads up to say I’ve got a new(ish) piece up over on Walk Through The Fire – a new Ottawa based literary journal. They’re just getting started so be sure to give them a follow on Twitter @WTTFMag and keep an eye open for their new discoveries.
One idea shattered into a billion thoughts becomes a sea of broken danger to bloody passing minds and shred at clarity Wounds to ignore or embrace Be sure to check out my new book No Cure for Shell Shock. Featured image by Guilherme Kramer.
The valley was magnanimous in it’s apathy. Ancients who had sat and lived in it all their lives could observe new arrivals with comfortingly communal certainty. The sparsely wooded cliffs of carboniferous rocks looked on with thoughts, like theirs, containing nothing but tired indifference. An odd place to call home. […]
The world’s biggest city condensed down to nothingness, and with indifferent cruelty burrowed its way into her optical nerve. A miracle to the technologically illiterate but one robbed of it’s grandeur by sterile routine. The procedure had been her choice. Though she was far from the first to undertake it. […]
Every word ever spoken is insufficient to tell one truth that needs to be told so we speak more to evade failure’s silence Be sure to check out my new book No Cure for Shell Shock.