sticker bombs : about to deploy. as an indie artist out here living outlaw style on the edges of late capitalism, i'd posit that most of us have one - fatal flaw, achilles heel, call it what you will. mine? that eternal struggle, negotiating the space between my creative productivity and self-promotion. the slap poem … Continue reading a brief note on the artist’s fatal flaw.
i'd tried to make it work for the past year, almost. and it wasn't even because i liked the job, particularly, because i didn't. it was the people, really, that kept me there,* rearranging my schedule this way and that, cutting my hours, whatever i could to make enough time to write while working forty … Continue reading false starts & new beginnings: a writer’s struggle in modern day capitalism, a case study.
“all you need…”; 101 freeway, los angeles (photographed by pan ellington). It didn’t occur to me, that it was possible it could happen again — I mean, I couldn’t imagine what the odds would be and math isn’t my strong suit, anyway. And, yes, there is no doubt in my mind that my life is fucking magic, … Continue reading bird with peter pan eyes.
I made the decision to go out that night on impulse. The weight of the year heavy on my shoulders, I craved release, someplace to funnel my anger, the rage and the sadness that pulsed through my body — remnants of my Father’s death, a Wendy’s recent flight, and the realization I was left to fight another … Continue reading the eighth of december.
There is a form of psychological warfare inflicted upon Facebook users by its Memories function, algorithm, however you’d like to categorize it — in that daily reminder to reflect back upon your life, five years ago today, two, whatever it is. The response elicited in the user (in this case, me) tends to function on a number … Continue reading an algorithm, a chaos fairy, & abject failure.
from “fucked-up fairytales.” — comp book, 2000.Sit down, light a smoke, flip open my laptop. “Such a good title,” I think to myself as I type : Another Tuesday out in WeHo with Break, the boulevard draped with rainbows and hunky Santas, the misery of Christmas fast approaching, Keith and Little Will along for the ride. “Might be too … Continue reading deconstructing cher & tripping on meryl.