After days of trying to categorize my seemingly endless string of broken teeth, with the rare pearl illuminating the remnants of smiles all around it, I stood up, made a sweeping gesture to the imaginary MANAGEMENT of my earthly endeavors and vowed to expose each of their scrubby memories with noirish shadows and Gacy-like distortion.… Continue reading The Misfortunates
"Can't You See (I'm Falling Apart)?" (2016), Oil pastels on paper Brian John Schaefer Let's put on our sad faces for this turn of events. A friend dropped this on me regarding the attached post. And then it was stricken from the LinkedIn news feed -- just like that. I think I may be marked for… Continue reading Something about Happy Birthday (“Unprofessional?”) + LinkedIn Tunes Out
I am something asunder, where the applause of a silent sing-along, is given its due time being stood up like a tomato plant, driven down straight, dead, and true. So as I mentioned earlier. I am different now. (IT WAS NOTHING SPECIAL) From here to here. And there. And some... somewhere, beneath the what, the… Continue reading Monday, on Line 4
I wouldn't know what to do with you if I had you. this flickering reel unspooling all around me in such good condition i can see my footprints before i fall. nothing i say rings true not even for me anymore and i believe in everything i repeat (repeat)
...and I have no doubt you thiink it's long overdue. I mean, the malcontent routine, is a bore, right? Swinging hand in hand with "good enough" and "just getting by" and "my job is to make sure I keep my job" and those routines, that's what matters, right? Not progress. Not profits. Not the good… Continue reading So I’m probably going to be fired today…
"I’ll tell you why. In short, they’ve all been cheated. Dealt a lousy hand. Screwed over through no apparent fault of their own. And they don’t just feel it. It’s part of their marrow now. It’s something that will never go away..."
THE JOBS I REMEMBER: BRIAN J. SCHAEFER (THROUGH 47 YEARS, 8 MONTHS AND CHANGE) CLICK for CLASSIFIED MATERIAL - NO RECRUITERS OR LAW ENFORCEMENT SO IT'S BEEN six months since leaving the Associated Press and for the first time in a while -- despite my ultimate goal of being an independent professional a year… Continue reading CONFIDENTIAL: “The Jobs I Remember” (Or: My Real Resume)
A friend of mine in the desert used to be very superstitious regarding his less-than-legal "distribution business" at the time, so every year he'd have a friend of his from sur de la frontera bring up a companion. A curandero. From the countryside. To determine the current state of the house, its overall health and… Continue reading El curandero (Or: The Day I Believed in Magic)