Monthly Archives: April 2015

Springsteen On The Bus To Nanaimo

“Man I’m just tired and bored with myself.” Headed north,  bus naps, and watching the trees swish past like brushstrokes.  Visits to old haunts  and another round  of pissing on old ashes  to make sure all the embers  stay out.  … Continue reading

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Where You’re From 

There is a definition that clings to you, placed there by the place that you come from; those first cigarettes that you smoked behind your small town’s gas station, those first kisses in backseats behind your old middle school, beers … Continue reading

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Over and Unmade

But we both knew that those parts had had their assembling screws thrown into the sea months ago. We were doomed to be apart, unassembled, and unmade for the rest of time. Continue reading

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Home Again

I put the kettle on I light a stick of incense count my cigarettes and put on a Neil Young record. I stack my notebooks pour a cup of coffee dust off my typewriter and chuck my peacoat onto the … Continue reading

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Nicer

Bites through the skin on the shoulders. Deep scratches on ribs. Bruises on collar bones from when fingers clenched with wild lust. Skin sucked raw on necks and thighs. These are a few of the nicer things we’ve done to … Continue reading

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Old Building

I live in an old apartment building. I like the character of the place, and apparently the second floor is haunted. I’ve seen no ghosts yet, but I’ve heard creaks on the stairs all throughout the night. A part of … Continue reading

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The Music Isn’t Working

Trying to get something going. The music isn’t working. The spinning 45 on the turntable has sparked nothing but this heap of bullshit and I don’t know why I can’t seem to make anything into words. So now I’m writing … Continue reading

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