Um…sin requires a certain head-in-sand meta-cosmo-demonic acid-trip-dressed-in-drapes-of-shame that you gotta fully accept, walking in… …as well as an underlying promise of putting-you-on-the-special-list where you and a mere 3 billion of your fellow living (and dead!) cultists have all secured VIP red carpet, BFF and ever waiting-list access to the new and improved, all the way […]Read More Do the godless sin more than us blessed ones?
The first time I met Tony was at Spago and Kitchen Confidential had just come out. He was part of a tie-in event with a TV event or something, a veritable Who’s Who Troupe of Celebrity Chefs taking over various LA restaurants for a night w/ their signature dishes. Everyone that night was […]Read More
time you lied to me… I could buy me some peace of mind. What’s left of it. This heaving drift of shit-covered promises and guts that deserve a churning. You self-induced apatha-phoney. “Me?” Yea. You. You care. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” “Yea. Sure does.” “Look at him!” I am goddammit. “What a louse […]Read More If I Had a Dollar for every…
…of it all, coming down like blind chimney-sweeps twin-tonal redux snout to tail face-imaging and soon arrives THE ONSET OF MY ONLY CHANCE TO SURRENDER maybe until tomorrow, or maybe left to itself just gimme twenty minutes (please) I’m a pyro-love-revolver in arrears with my wake.Read More it’s the weight…
Q: Why do I continue going down this self destructive path? A: Because you hate yourself and this seems absolutely in line with how your head believes your body should be treated, namely like shit, with little regard to your physical state seeing that you are on the path to an early and welcomed death… …and […]Read More Q: Why do I continue going down this self destructive path?
slayer “reign of blood” — when i got the blues and it’s saturday morning and sunny and i don’t want to go anywhere but i really should because it’s awesome outside. (yea, like today.) tequila sunrise — my god. is there anything better. cue: girl i just met. the next morning. new and beautiful. don […]Read More guilty pleasures
…I’m sure it’ll eventually show up now that I no longer care about its involvement in the tear-apart template that is my conscious self. “You mean, there are others?” Of course. There’s Sleeping Me, who has seen things I will never pretend to understand. There is Drunken Me, who apparently can be quite charming to […]Read More If there’s anything I’m missing…
Crosswalks — When did ROADS, BY-WAYS and THOROUGHFARES become a non-people-moving morass of Whole Foods shoppers, post-gym lallygagging sweat bodies, and that invisible pedestrian every one slows down for because — there’s a crosswalk. Someone has to be walking, correct? For the entire road to shut down like a dying smart phone, its battery life […]Read More Things That Are Tightening My Jaw
My voice — once a proud and lyrical voice — is in peril because I don’t feed it anymore. It’s starving. And sorry, screenwriters….Screenplays don’t qualify as literature. Or even writing for that matter. More like emotional erector set throwaways with disbelief as a harbinger for all the holes unfilled and each of the readers […]Read More Even a Coin Toss Has Its Critics
So, here I am… A longtime once-in-a-while, a lurker of many moons, and a stalwart resident of none. I don’t feel comfortable in groups. Just the word “group” is enough to have me aimed bow-first into a wave of safety-first isolation. Workshops. Seminars. Support mechanisms. Last chance exchanges of one-up-manship and realizing it’s better to […]Read More Writers Groups