there’s this dream, then I’m awake.
Posted in Fragments on Dec 29th, 2010
Like mud sliding effortlessly into the streets, my name feels greasy. I’m ashamed to call myself shaman or savage. I fail these titles so often. Can I live up to what I’ve started? Can I grab a hand and pull myself back up from the mire? Jack I Listen. Fragments
Posted in Basic Ideology on Jun 3rd, 2009
Between ideas and talk and rain and dreams and broken hearts and lack of ambition. Somewhere, there’s still a spark. I might not be around, as once I was. Everyone goes disappearing. Think in the cracks in the sidewalk. Wrap your head around cement shattering. The knowledge of rock. Our foundations are deserving of deep [...]
Posted in fiction, The Cost of Magic on Mar 4th, 2009
This is the 22nd section of my novel. If you haven’t read the first 21, you might want to start here. The Birth of an Aesir —- Minus wasn’t certain what day it was. He awoke in the midday sun to the cawing of a raven. Or, more accurately, two ravens. There was a small [...]
Posted in social commentary on Mar 22nd, 2007
I was going to post an article about my Saint Patrick’s Day, or a video game review, or an article about recently discovered evidence that Shakespeare smoked cannabis and cocaine. But instead, I saw this on myspace. I cannot tell you how happy I am right now. This man is a legend in my mind. [...]
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