Aug 15
Becoming gods “Dear me, I think I’m becoming a god.” Emperor Vespasian just before shitting himself to death In Pompeii, you can see how the people became gods, empty spaces where life once was, near perfect molds of the imperfect. Last moments cast in ash, men and women scrambling for safety horrified at the idea …
Jun 19
Los Techadores June 12, 2025 There is a roofing crew above the street where my morning starts and they are blasting Mexican radio. Ranchero accordions chased by an excitable spanish-speaking DJ and it makes me so happy to hear it. Because the Hispanic kids aren’t playing in the yards anymore and their abuelas don’t come …
May 28
dead and dying poets with regards to Bill Sovern, and also Charlie Newman (who as far as I know ain’t dead yet) everywhere I look dead and dying poets out on blue highways celebrating another bang up show stalled out along the road but their words are still needed dead and dying poets cold in …
Apr 19
The first bit of Trump’s second term as a dream after a spicy late night snack with a glass of milk. I’m an adult, I’m back in the home I grew up in. The place that doesn’t exist anymore and everyone remembers differently. Outside the yard is overgrown and filled with signs, written insults directed …
Feb 26
Human A mail carrier, age 45, divorced, living in the midwest, enjoys contemporary folk rock, has a dog, smokes cigarettes, doesn’t drink, susceptible to hypnotic suggestion, full head of hair, blue eyes, 6 foot tall, a bit overweight, kind of jumpy, preoccupied with the fear that he is subconsciously driven by deep seated racial bias, …
