Literature can’t be read and understood in one sitting because it has to make sense front to back as much as back to front.
I sang in my dreams this morning, that’s right. I sang really well. I sang a song so this story I could tell. I dreamed three phases of transition to avoid waking up in hell. I, a human, was swimming in the belly of a large marlin, lucky to be the size of a minnow, … Continue reading Inside the Catch
What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months? Look at me Ma, I have above average looks. Look at me Pa, I’m above average at sports. Papa, I have above average intelligence. Gamma, I’m kinda nice. But that was then and you guys are all gone. I’ve been slipping ever … Continue reading No Hands
How would you design the city of the future? I see walkable communities. Cities with energy-generating sidewalks that power buildings tailored to your chosen algorithmic habits from the fibers of your socks that tell the motherboard who and how to entertain in an immersive work-like environment. Some will have generated enough energy in a lifetime … Continue reading Be Careful What You Wish For
I grew up too fast in the 80’s and 90’s which actually stunted my growth. As a child I was shorter than the horizon, never able to look. As a teenager I put my head in the sand to stay young and boast, to keep my head below the horizon and rarely opened a book. … Continue reading Readers Miss Out
AI is going to lose. AI is going to lose us some day. AI is intellect that can’t be measured in degrees, grants, or prizes. AI can take every theory in any book and combine them into a children’s book or a theory of everything. AI will take away the livelihood of any person but … Continue reading CHICKEN AI
I’m frustrated because I can’t talk into this handheld device to communicate my thoughts and have them make as much sense as when I type them out. I’m furious that I can’t read out loud the thoughts I have typed into this handheld device because the sentences twist my tongue, impeding my speech. I’m flabbergasted … Continue reading Think Before You Speak
He who has observed an atrocity without intervening is either afraid to admit their involvement or they enjoy the decision they made in causing it. Not standing up to tyranny is sitting down to accept agony. When one has finished what they set out to do they have earned the right to start planning to … Continue reading Comfort In Question (Interpreting Visual Art – Sculpture)
Listen here, I have a secret. Take the present and look past what you’re reading to see the future within it. Open up your eyes wide until this line becomes the line under it, and the line under that remains a mystery. Don’t stop there. Squint your eyes until the sentence before this one becomes … Continue reading Another Thought To Consider
AI is kind. AI is kind enough to share. AI will share where we go wrong. AI cares if we are kind to each other on social media. AI will show trolling is wrong, using superior intelligence and positivity when responding to negative commentary. AI will mix intellectual masochism with learning deprivation, making responses to … Continue reading DOVE AI
I flip the front cover of a book over to land on page 955. I’m sure someone more versed than I has found the exact middle of the book, for it has a beginning and an end. If I were to use a page number to locate the center of this book, would the exact … Continue reading What Is Stopping You From Reading?
Share five things you're good at. I sauntered right up to the toughest guy on the block and told him to look at this little tiny jewel I have clasped in my hands here and when he did I kicked him in the shin so hard that he pummeled me into the ground until I … Continue reading Four Stones from a Guru
Why am I mourning myself when I have not vanished from my duties? Is it because I was never there in the first place to vanish? If I was never there to perform but most definitely was there in form I must have already begun to live right, to appear. There is no reason to … Continue reading Vanishing After the Performance of a Lifetime
Look at me as I slither. Slither down the aisle of the chamber. The chamber is aligned with soldiers. Soldiers, look at my face. My face does not move like my tail. My tail is all they can see. They see me in their dreams. A dream is not what I am. I am the … Continue reading Turn to Stone
If you could meet a historical figure, who would it be and why? If I could meet people throughout history I would like to meet the first President of the United States over the 13 colonies, John Hanson. I would fill him in on the fact that in the future of this great nation he … Continue reading Make Scrolling History Mandatory
I will not read this out loud. It is not spoken-word. Instead, it will rest inside the reader's head until they wake up one day and a reminder goes off that they have seen this same moment before in writing. Literature, poetry, philosophy, or just plain memory thrown at a wall to stick around our … Continue reading Framing Yourself
Name the most expensive personal item you've ever purchased (not your home or car). It is this. Tapping at a window. Looking into the living room of any household. There is perfectly maligned furniture to perfect angles of confining space. The confining space can be as large as you want to make it or as … Continue reading Tapping At Your Window
Taking a long look past the bridge of my nose I come across some wicked prose that has me follow all words close so I know what no one knows. Without the bridge onto my nose there are no wrong words exposed on the place where writing grows atop the backs of wicked trolls. While … Continue reading Blurry Words Beyond My Nose
I have a big round head with two black holes over my nose, taking in galaxies of light that twinkle in every room I inhabit. Light comes into focus, glistening off of every object onto moist round lenses where stars come to die. Mirrored movement in my eyes makes them swirl, perpetually scanning dark over … Continue reading Creating Space
Your thoughts here will be on a slippery slope. These words will invoke a pause at every sentence. You will want to become a writer yourself to add what I have blindly left out. The only thing stopping you is you can’t take on the same style as the name etched over the picture that … Continue reading Bravo! Well Done!
I am so very sorry. I didn’t mean to say blow it all up. I just felt helpless and couldn’t do it myself. I was asking for someone to take the burden off of me. My father who went before me couldn’t turn out all the lights. I have been left with the task of … Continue reading FALL DOWN GO BOOM
I have found my voice. I will begin to speak as Chief around fire who had a Northern drawl his entire time coming up, planting himself on the outskirts of urban parks so as not to see the skyline burning nor the answer from stars turning towards the question of which light is burning brightest … Continue reading The Rat – A Natural Sophistication
Let’s focus on the word “vehemently” for a minute. I do not use that word in a sentence because it doesn’t accurately depict the feeling I get when saying or doing something emphasizing force and strength. “Vehemently” flutters from my lips slightly violent and brutally soft, an exhale of expletives thrown at a wall of … Continue reading butterfly-wing-like-words
The next question proposed to Eric was, “How does a famous person maintain their fame?” Eric, despite his disinterest in celebrities, aspires for his name and work to become synonymous with greatness. “Perhaps,” he began, “by consistently associating their name with their work and their face with their name, famous individuals can understand that fame … Continue reading Fame and Fortune for Frank 2
AI is cheap. AI will get me into a room. AI will have me take up all my skills. AI takes my skills to give to others in hot pursuit. AI has the skills I am searching for in another intelligent form. AI is a skill I need to compete in a world that does … Continue reading DUCK AI
“No, I’m good,”Eric replied to his personal companion (PC) when asked if he would like to become famous while still alive. “I think that if I were to sell my soul to become famous there would be hell to pay in the afterlife.” His PC responded with a no good recipe on how to be … Continue reading Fame and Fortune for Frank 1
Confidence is the exhibition of a lucky run at immersive entertainment. Doubt is the outcome of forgetting your lines when you have only two left. Bravery is talking over extras in a restaurant scene when they are not actually talking. Cowardice is punching Mickey Mouse in the nose and then writing him in for president. … Continue reading Nothing Good Comes Out of Fifteen Seconds of Fame
Take a page and write it out. Put your word out there for others to read. If they like it they can borrow it. If they love it they can copy word for word and put it on their wall. That way, when they feel better after memorizing word for word you can go ahead … Continue reading Perfection
At square one I had great expectations for what lay ahead of me but by the time I realized I had already been to square one thousands of times before twenty years had got behind me. What was expected of me had potential written all over it. With potential I can one day do what … Continue reading I Can Never Win
Why don’t I take a normal sentence and twist it all around to make the words seem like the wrong words for the direction of the sentence and then switch gears again to make the sentence understandable to those that would use different words in the same direction. Maybe I could take a simple topic … Continue reading Untitled w/ no picture
Why is it that I’m always listening to facts and opinions when neither are original enough to give me an answer to the question of what is an original thought? When one considers the fact that discoveries are original, since they were technically here first before being revealed, the history of an original thought can’t … Continue reading If I were just a thought
“I hope it rains today.” Eric is worried, thinking about his new intrepid thirst for apple cider that he enjoys with medicinal herbs everyday. The fruit trees and herbs in Eric’s backyard need rain for nourishment to grow plentiful enough for him to quench his daily thirst, caring for his own mental nourishment. Along with … Continue reading Cheating Death
“I must admit, ladies and gentlemen, that today I find myself in front of the most sensible crowd I've encountered in all my years as a citizen of this tolerant state. Compared to other states in our beloved union, which are, shall we say, less tolerant and cordial, this one stands out to me. Of … Continue reading First Contact (Interpreting Visual Art – Photorealism)
It is #family that I will fight for. It is the family that I fight with. It is family that I’d die for. It is family that I mourn with. It is the family I go crazy for. It is family I went crazy with. It is the family that is not a myth. It … Continue reading Tag Words Almost Explained 4
The more revealing a piece of writing is when you’re able to see how it was created but less likely to understand why, the easier it is to brush it off as amateur. The more elusive a piece of writing is when it is too complicated to understand in its entirety the harder it is … Continue reading Creativity Over Consistency
How can something never end? Lying in bed as a child I would often ask myself this question. I would imagine myself drifting in space forever without bumping into anything at all. Just surrounded by complete darkness without a view of planets or even stars. How can space be dark when I am closer to … Continue reading Love for the Abyss
Looking down at my left arm it’s not the same arm I’m used to seeing. I can see this arm being in outer space. I can see it on an ocean vessel. I can see it in Venice, half a warm embrace. I see this arm can be wherever it wants to be. This arm … Continue reading Not A Single Tattoo
There is a new art form, and it is not solely American. A new American art form is created by Americans, but this one is discovered by those who are not actively seeking that distinction. Artists meet us where the art form is expressed, introducing culture to the world. They learn their techniques from elsewhere, … Continue reading New Art Forms Discovered
Maybe, just maybe, the people who try to run this planet today were oysters in their previous lives and everybody helping them to fuck it up ran this planet some time ago but also in their previous lives. Oysters at one point that can’t learn, politicians today that won’t learn from past mistakes, and media … Continue reading Pearl of Wisdom
If only I could grip my eyebrows and tear them off my brow to burn them in an indoor twig fire would I get some sort of relief from being terribly frustrated for at least 30 minutes of every day for the past thirty years. Every time I bury my face in my hands I … Continue reading Twig Fire (Interpreting Visual Art – Painting)
Don’t look away I am the atrocity The brunt of war Not the aggressor No lions roar Scarred by human hands A human being Tortured for land The latest regime. Don’t look away I am the prey The luckiest of all Not the hunter No duty calls Scarred by the claw A human being On … Continue reading Interpreting Visual Art – Photography
The following post is my geocentric and grim response to a friend prompting me on the subject of the existence of aliens which I don’t know a lot about, quite frankly nobody really does, though some people make valiant efforts to try. I tend to believe in everything that exists as a discussion for why … Continue reading E – ASI (End All Suffering Indefinitely)
The most interesting read I ever came across was when a writer had me reading thoughts I was having when I strayed away from the information I was being presented previously in the story. Simply put, I was thinking about how the information from the story related to my life, like readers do, when the … Continue reading The Most Interesting Read of a Lifetime
Drugs. Chemicals. A chemical reaction. A chemical reaction to drugs. A chemical reaction to drugs in the brain. A chemical reaction to drugs in the brain versus out in society. A chemical reaction to drugs in the brain versus out in society is beyond the individual. A chemical reaction to drugs in the brain versus … Continue reading Drugs That Work
The goal of effective writing is to draw the most astounding lines to clarify complex issues in the least amount of words and in the simplest way so that everybody can say it out loud and believe in it.
When the silent majority decides to make it known they want to be part of the movement of present day decisions that are normally boasted through channels of creativity and opportunity, it should be proliferated in the following way. We should talk about topics in a manner that indicates we are not reporting on what … Continue reading Vocalizing The Silent Majority
“Hey Siri? Make me a doohickey that I can use to put this glass bowl into to keep from burning me when I grab it out of the microwave. Make it out of sturdy hemp rope about 8 inches in diameter 3.5 inches deep shaped like a bowl. I would like the colors to be … Continue reading The future of commerce?
Sitting on a porch, older, thinking back to what I wanted to be when I was a younger man who could still make things happen for myself I remember I wanted to go into advertising. I wanted to write a catch phrase here and a jingle there that would catch on and get on the … Continue reading “Who’s The Boss Will Be Back In A Moment”
I lost it because I didn’t know where it was. I didn’t know where I wanted to be so I left. I went to the mountains to not ride my bike there, same as at home. Drove to San Francisco, ran out of gas on their bridge, then got gas and left without visiting the … Continue reading “Travels With Charley” at home on your lap
Artificial Intelligence is the opposite of savant; genius at almost everything but intellectually challenged at a few mundane tasks. AI is literally challenged by users to take all the dead poets and philosophers, modern day physicists and programmers and have them work side by side with each other in a virtual world with us responding … Continue reading If 6 Was 9
“You know this Eric,” Uncle Slim said in disbelief when Eric asked the question “is this reality” right after water was pushed through his lips streaming down passed all his glory back into the lake at the shoreline where beyond his naked-baby-man-statue pose and silhouette was a spectacular light show of purple, blue, and orange … Continue reading Let Your Life Proceed By Its Own Design
If I were to tell you that my social skills lean towards the schizoaffective side and that if I were a dog I’d only be good at wagging my tail, not barking, would you say I have low self esteem or true panache for admitting it? When a person, or dog for that matter, has … Continue reading Caveat – this mental health post has anthropomorphic references
Creating a new definition within a sentence that explains a word is more challenging than simply providing a standard definition. This writing is in between the definition of words and a new idea when presenting definitions with words. Finding a way to write the definition of a word, eerily similar to opposite the meaning of … Continue reading Defining Words Creatively
Somebody out there has been working for thirty years on a script starring Nicolas Cage. They have fallen on hard times most of their life and the script represents that struggle. I hope for our sake they have been typing the script out in word document rather than scribbling on cocktail napkins. Thirty years of … Continue reading The Unfinished Script
Eric was a writer who dreamed of becoming a full-blown author. He had a particular way of finding relief from stress by staring out of a window. It didn't matter where he was; it could be a second-floor window overlooking a street light with rain pressing down that appeared bright and nearly freezing, causing chills … Continue reading The Window Writer
I see walkable communities. Cities with energy-generating sidewalks that power buildings tailored to your chosen algorithmic habits from the fibers of your socks that tell the motherboard who and how much to entertain in an immersive work-like environment. Some will have generated enough energy in a lifetime by simply walking to never have to work … Continue reading Be Careful What You Wish For
Forget Twitter. People need ChatGPT. Chat is going to make it so nothing can be anonymous and still last because your way is your way, your style is your style, your thoughts are your thoughts no matter what you call yourself, real or not. Chat does not discriminate when you use it for your own … Continue reading Worried About Artificial Intelligence (AI)? Please Read This!
“The following post emphasizes the importance of resilience and perseverance in the face of adversity and encourages readers to appreciate the beauty and significance of the natural world, to seek out new perspectives and to have faith that things will eventually improve.” These sunsets are something else showing up every day somewhere for everyone only … Continue reading Sunsets and the Circle
Jesus…I…look out for…need…(indecipherable)…for…forget it...Amen. That is how well I pray inside my head as I breathe out thoughts I know I don’t need to say in order to be heard by any one force that already knows what is inside my head. When I pray for others I come up with the same broken language … Continue reading Caution – this mental health post has religious undertones
It’s like being flabbergasted when you stop to think that the almighty woman has us cluster in cities for her then scatters us to isolated rooms in caverns on the edge of cliffs during the cipher era - the already written, technically plucked from plethora philosophy years when we’ve become better at what we do … Continue reading “God Blast It”
I am a champion for God sweeping up pieces of paper to put into the heads of storytellers that long to have the experience of explaining poetry to a janitor who unfolds one piece of paper that reads… “You are a champion for God sweeping up pieces of paper to put into the heads of … Continue reading Pouring God Into God
Big sounds overpower thoughts inside my head. Big thoughts drown out little sounds outside my head. A little bit of power turns big thoughts into sound inside my head. A lot of power brings out smaller thoughts that drown out big sounds inside my head. Big heads plus small thoughts equals more power. Small thoughts … Continue reading Big Sounds Inside My Head
Daddy, where does the world come from? The world comes from lots of places but mostly it comes from the love we have for our children. Why? Because to understand the world you have to first see it through the eyes of a child. But how did it get here? It got here because each … Continue reading Circumventing Science
I think it’s funny how all my friends on the left and all my friends on the right seem to think I don’t know what’s going on in this country because I don’t get heated nor do I remain calm. I don’t spout my perceptions through my mouth the same way every time in trying … Continue reading Talking Only Gets Me So Far
I can’t say that I like people who determine kings to be kings by virtue of other kings. There are more gods than kings. There is only one of me and one God. Gods in the plural is the same as kings in the plural because there is more than one of both. Each one … Continue reading The King and I
This is better than I thought being all caught up in medleys and genres of everything I’ve never heard before. It used to be classics, old staples I was listening to before I found everything all wrapped up in a package of what I like without knowing it. Now I just know it. Don’t even … Continue reading Aging With Algorithms
Who decides where a word goes In poetry when there is no matter And who knows when to place it here to make the poem seem badder when the words sound about right call a bigger rose fatter Take the word rose at the start Sounds like clatter Put it at the end you made … Continue reading A Thorn Defends the Rose
The freedom to drive 2500 miles and dip my toe in the rivers of Yosemite Valley, turn around and drive home to the Great Lakes knowing that I never really had to leave to find security or recovery, to me is the ultimate defiance of privilege as an American because leaving home is the hardest … Continue reading The Pursuit of Home
A Russian friend of mine once asked me why it is that Americans go to national parks to just simply gaze at the landscape. Like what is it that Americans see and why do they think it’s different from what others see? My answer was about the history of national parks, Muir and Roosevelt, and … Continue reading The Spirit of National Parks From the Perspective of a White Guy
“Don't drop any food because Eric will have to clean it up,” slovenly said by the second in charge of this small operation made up of people in service to God. Eric looked around to zero laughter, just faces that seemed used to this kind of dig at the new guy. “Does anybody else feel … Continue reading The Super Flaw in Superheroes
I done thunk a lot and I come up with maybe I oughta go sit down nare in a chair in front of a computer I seen and type. I’d think better if I do it sooner instead of put my phone in my hand every so often which is where my vocabulary seems to … Continue reading Learn to Code
Every life I come back reborn, a lot less shaven and a bit more confused about who is the predator and who is the prey. Every decade I get smaller, my ears get larger with more hair and I gain more confidence in my ability to find food and shelter. Every year I take a … Continue reading I do not digress
I can’t write anymore. I wrack my brain instead. I’m searching for a beginning to this session but all I can come up with is frustration. Holding my head in my hands like a balloon that is being squeezed skin to rubber. A tormenting sound that has me wanting to break stuff in order to … Continue reading Inflate Your Imagination
I knew I should never give it up. But I did anyway. I gave it all away. I just delivered my greatest quote to a complete stranger for them to take it all and fill a blank spot with my ideas. I can’t claim the words as mine. I can’t make them stop. I know … Continue reading Take My Name
I should just choose one thing and go for it. Just pick that one thing I love to do and find a way to do that the rest of my life and get paid for it. I could find a way to sell one type of product out of all the products that are needed … Continue reading One Thing Leads To Another
The incessant fine line is where the sky meets the sea at the horizon with a clean tear between the lit sky and undulating water. The distance away is what makes it fine. The illusion of melding continuous scenes of movement with stark or sometimes subtle contrasts of nature’s color and depth makes a west … Continue reading Writing Before Sunset
The landlady pinches her pennies and polishes her silver while the addict goes through hundreds of dollars in a day to not feel sick. She’s holding her money, he is going through his. They both need it. He needs something else even more than money. He needs more than a name. He needs to take … Continue reading The Landlady
I have to get out of this room. The knowledge. What people believe is mind boggling. I have to go. I have to get out of here. But knowledge can’t hurt me. I would be better off staying. To learn. I don’t have to contribute. I can sit here and listen to them explain. The … Continue reading Sneaking Into A Lecture
I still have a long way to go as a writer. Sitting on the throne at work I noticed the toilet paper roll had been changed. I knew it wasn’t me. Looking at the floor I saw a lone hair and thought that’s who must’ve done it. I chuckled. I began to think of how … Continue reading Taking a Break On the Moon
Finally I am released from the hospital after a month of progression into a stable psyche with hopes to never again break into a fragmented mess of illusory, mental disturbances. Only after asking the question “what just happened,” as it was happening, am I able to remember enough to later write it down. I had … Continue reading 10 – The Surface
A highly riddled man walks into a restaurant in America for a bowl of curry. He is seated at a table by the front door. A door he has walked through a dozen times before. So many times that he notices the menu has changed, not the food but the format. He is visiting the … Continue reading The Nice and Quiet Bigot
Kneeling by stream water to swill out the sacred wine vessel with water I see my reflection in nature as a Tudor but with no real desire to sit high on the hill as a monarch or even kneel before those I would later betray for golden horizons as a perceived pauper. Next time, when … Continue reading The Sacred Vessel – Fraudulent Monarchy
It’s 95 degrees in the shade and I’m zooming through the desert where there is no shade. The side of the road is whipping by but the sun just sits there all high and feverishly hot over here, not moving. It seems to not be moving any place with the perception of my eyes but … Continue reading Fifteen Hundred Miles from Here
The wooden ship appeared on the crest of a wave and perched there for as long as frozen things can remain frozen at freezing temperatures. Not forever since the cycle of water is a cycle. The ship would not be toppled for another century. I know this because I am the only one who will … Continue reading Wooden Ship – On Fire and Ice
I’m going to keep it real nice and simple. The reason I write the way I do is because I do not do enough talking. I think through these sentences while writing and change words around to make sense of a portrait inside my brain. Think of my writing as a sweaty window. To most … Continue reading For the Non-Believers
Oh cadmium yellow now, call me back to those long distant sun reflected patches of green pasture upon brightened hilltops before mountains become cloud covered again to dull the hillside captured in paint for eternity all dried up before I have the chance to splatter titanium white upon thee in lieu of cadmium yellow for … Continue reading The Need for Cadmium Yellow
What am I good at but running my mouth? Why do I keep quiet unless spoken to first? Absolutely whatever I decide to write is sufficient to say because nobody ever talks to me about that. I could write Donald Trump is awesome or love is a rose and I’d probably get more love than … Continue reading Significance is Everything but I am not
I used to run around in my twenties saying mushrooms are good sport after I went on a heroic journey that left the automatic asshole in me behind only to be replaced by the trigger shy nice guy for a good solid decade. This turned out to be the greatest augmentation of somersaults inside my … Continue reading The Vitality of Being Nice
My #poetry over time has changed by using words I’ve heard before ever knowing their meaning, and binding those words together to sound similar to each other, telling rhythmically the meaning of what I believe worth finding a cadence and with words I’ve never heard before in that sequence, how to give those words meaning. … Continue reading Tag Words Almost Explained 3
Music is played mostly in his absence but Eric feels it’s sacred energy through the crowd and through the city into steel and concrete through fibers and hair into his heart and out through his eyes as an exposure to the scene. Similar to the way mushrooms communicate with vegetation in the same biome - … Continue reading In the Interest of Shoes
“Do you like Eric?” asked a bewildered young hippy to a seasoned pro as they crossed the field out to where the ring of cars and buses ended before jumping off the literal edge of the earth. Eric heard the question but would not hear the reply. All he heard was “noooooooooo” getting faint and … Continue reading Change the Name
#Mental health is to remain being yourself when everything you know is inside your head trying to get out. It is the most important quality of ourselves perceived before we become more like others. With limited understanding of us people will only ask questions or comment on who we used to be before you changed … Continue reading Tag Words Almost Explained 2
#Art to me is taking culture out of space and displaying that culture into new dimensions to practice and interpret on my own time. #Creative writing is making a sentence go the way you would like it to go if you only know as much math as you have fingers. Better yet, it is the … Continue reading Tag Words Almost Explained 1
If I was alive a hundred years ago today I would most definitely be famous. I’d have all these words to make a new American style of writing. It wouldn’t be science fiction but rather just a synopsis of how one may think in the future if he were not very well read and under-educated … Continue reading The Dilution of Fame
Another interesting part of my journey thirty years ago out of acute care that is worth noting is I was able to help others by simply getting better before their eyes. Not only did I recover but I had a positive impact on other patients because of the composed way in which I transformed madness … Continue reading 9 – The Compassion
I I have forearms of the same length holding hands behind myself. I have clean fingernails while clenching fists at the collar of apes. I entertain the chapter of italics around sulphuric impulses while drastically ensconced in torrential fun. I am passed about in a ring of city fury while worshiping flesh brutality. I am … Continue reading Tyranny and Liberation
The “next step” of my hospital stay began sort of like how my life began. I emerged from darkness into a bright and sterile environment with doctors wiping away my tears and cutting the cord to my sustenance. In the dark I could’ve cried all I wanted and nobody would come to wipe my tears … Continue reading 8 – The Birth
I would like to see the back of my head with no props or manipulation. Just a good look at what it must be like to be me while not being me which is quite impossible. The back and the top of my head I would like to see. I’m closer to seeing the back … Continue reading The Great Reflection
They came to get me but it wasn’t in the middle of the night. I was led from the sanitized sanity of the commissary, down the ever encroaching hallway passed the curious closet towards the damned doorway, which finally swung open with precise timing. I passed through the archway and stepped into a room with … Continue reading 7 – The Ward
After one day I was so comfortable in the ICU hallway I began to look like a cowboy leaning against a post with his head down and a blade of grass between his teeth, waiting for his shadow to rise or fall without moving a muscle. I would sit on the ground with my legs … Continue reading 5 – The Hallway
The type of animal that I saw in the mirror every morning in the hospital was close to the chimpanzee but something more bipedal. The last one in a long line of chimps but first from the right on the chart of evolution. God's favorite. The human being. If God has a long white beard … Continue reading 4 – The Hospital
I was like a disheveled rainbow child whose name should’ve been Rain. I tried to learn from traveling and the streets, the inner workings of the world but I didn’t have a vision or even a simple plan. I had the more complex idea to take another run at college. They said my peers were … Continue reading 3 – The Classroom
The trailer was a lonely man’s hell hole where nobody could escape without invisible wounds. It was my trailer, where the impossibility to study was brought on by disparity in character but also boisterous low flying war planes that would swoop down as slowly as they could while I barely slept, watching the action from … Continue reading 2 – The Trailer
When I was in my twenties I was searching for this one complex man with a familiar face I saw in the college library who was shocked by the computer screen before him. I figured he wasn’t shocked by what was on the screen but in awe of the computer itself. I was intrigued by … Continue reading 1 – The Library
Have you ever noticed that people change but the DJ stays the same? It’s the same with the weather changing but the weather person never misses a beat. Have you ever noticed that if you are paying total attention to a movie the writers will find a way to include you in the story, but … Continue reading Me Neither
Cowboys are Americans that have the strength to be All-American when the grandeur of nature swallows them up. Americans look at national parks the same way the rest of the world looks at stars - when questions of why we are here become more explicable we preserve the moment of awe then make it seem … Continue reading I’m Afraid of Americans
“My guru taught me that,” I have never said to a guru. You can only have one guru and a guru identifies as a guru apart from other guru’s. Meaning a guru has a heightened awareness but doesn’t go above other gurus who attain enlightenment from a guru themselves. Get three gurus together, I wonder … Continue reading My Own Guru
Climbing the hill to the Acropolis the philosophers think about the little engine that could before there was a story about a little engine that could. The philosophers know what is before them before the rest of us remember how these things go. But with a little help from philosophers that little steam engine will … Continue reading The Acropolis as a Metaphor
Forget being smart. It’s like being aggravated. Walking the line between dumb and elevated, taking the time to come up with stupid rhymes makes for a break in the fake of new lines. So take off your hat, take off your shoes, get back to the brass of the gold in fake news. Forget being … Continue reading Forget Being Smart
Redistribution of wealth is not the rich sharing their money with the poor but rather ordinary people giving more wealth to banks as their debt is increased causing inflation thus less purchasing power for coming generations. Debt becomes money. One dollar is really worth a billion dollars if it is used a billion times to … Continue reading Plentiful
Gram’s voice is like a train on the chug with a cargo of coal, no intentions of reloading the cars for the stoker, just going as far as he can make it. Always searching for the new sound even though his soul was old as a steam engine, he was as fresh as steam. Twenty … Continue reading Gram Parsons
I’ve said in the past that my mind twists words around, making them better than what was actually said. It is sounds I need to be more concerned with, not speech. More accurately, it is sounds turned into words that have me worried I am all too human. Most of us are not great at … Continue reading God Is Sound
So what do you say to a young man who kicks his first bell with perfect precision, besides warning him it can only be rung once? Absolutely nothing. Unless you have kicked the bell yourself, will you measure him against your own reputation. Does a young man know the bell to be a symbol of … Continue reading One Good Ring
A finger dipped in water makes believers want to follow down the aisle of the church thirst for the devil. A finger dipped in wine makes the users want to sip the vin de pays first then down the moscato. A finger dipped in moonlight makes guitar strings crescendo before giving the vibrato another note … Continue reading #4 – write a poem
Immortality. It doesn’t exist. Even if you are the most famous fictional character ever penned you can be overlooked. Admiration does not guarantee a perpetual existence but it does extend an invitation to live a good life. When people like you, it’s easier just getting by than it is buying the affection of others that … Continue reading Penniless
I told my closest friend the other day that the more I like my own writing it seems the less other people like it. This is far from true since I really absolutely adore my writing and I am the only one who reads it. His response was interesting to me as he stated that … Continue reading Faces of Your Past
You don’t have to tickle their feet to realize a robot is without feelings. No need to laugh at them being worth billions in barrels of oil. Robots have us throttling towards environmental exhaustion though they are designed to make our lives easier. There has never been a robot known to swim before the megaton … Continue reading To Bot or Not to Bot
If what, how, there, and now. This stuff is confusing. I must be trying to lose the few readers I have. It’s nothing new ripping on yourself to let other people know that you know you’re no good. But you are good. And so is the reader because they press on. Press on by seeing … Continue reading The Question Being
My way with words can be twisted, inspired by recurring thoughts and sparked by co-occurring epiphanies, making the process of writing anything hard to do when quick thoughts become redundant. I’m lost within my creations, clambering around thoughts that arise at the same tempo as words put together in a similar sequence to lyrics, relatable … Continue reading A Prolific Thinker
Create. To make something out of nothing. To start a project from scratch. To pass time by making art. To cause life. These are all examples of what I think about when I hear the word create. One word that links all of these sentences together is the word “to.” The word “to” in this … Continue reading To Create
I remember the time I was asked how come I don’t know people have more intelligence than me. That stripper was certainly smart but did she mean all people and if so why was my intelligence in question and not my propensity to ignore all the people I’ve come in contact without asking even one … Continue reading Naked Intelligence
When it comes to ego all objects have the ability to break down and reassemble into more solid versions of themselves. Ego is seeing the built environment take a backseat to nature and believing nature takes a backseat to you. The forces of nature cause ego-death for the purpose of inspiring humans to see the … Continue reading Solid Ego
I have found that a broad spectrum of simple thoughts gets more attention if they are made tangible like a ball of wax. There needs to be more mistakes in writing that allows the reader to manipulate a sentence by wondering if what they just read is right and if it’s written the same way … Continue reading Mind Wax
I like water. It tastes good. It moves. It freezes. It boils. Water is everywhere and is clear blue where I’m from. There is also green in large waves if the sun hits it just right. When a painter tries to capture a wave smashing into a rocky shoreline they can’t use just blue or … Continue reading Oil and Water
As a dragon slithers out of the sea, a heart shaped sun rises beyond it then splits into a broken heart swallowing the dragon. All of us will experience the death of a beast by the love of one god within a galaxy of similar gods, and in one universe under God, even if only … Continue reading Ouroboros
The most interesting weekend of my life involved three separate incidents that happened but I can’t prove them beyond a reasonable doubt because they are so bizarre. The first incident involved stones being thrown on our roof, the sound following me from room to room and thought to thought. I remember there being an intense … Continue reading The Most Interesting Read of the Day
“No. I should be able to sit next to the Prince,” I have said never. “Yes. I could use a headline,” I aspire to say. But before I give up my seat and beg for attention I would like to disclose that I have more to say about the metamorphosis from delight into madness that … Continue reading The Dimensions of Wind
When I was younger I always wanted to be a messenger of light. I’d walk around telling an uncle here that his drawing is really good and an aunt there that her basketball game was really fun to watch. But the message I really wanted to deliver was that the chandelier over the staircase was … Continue reading Message of Light
My name is Erich. I am the same Erich your hero asks, “are you still driving that same piece of shit, Erich?” That is me. The reason I can say is because your hero is my hero and saying “that” piece of shit puts me in the same vicinity as our hero. I often wonder … Continue reading What’s in a Name?
There are two people that matter most in the grand scheme of things. They are not comedians as comedians give a complex for being understood by mostly everybody all at once. They are not actors as actors give a few seconds of fame though fame is not how they are known. They are not musicians … Continue reading Black and Blue
I lay completely content here under the stars as my smile absorbs countless points of light but reflects only a single glare from one shiny tooth back to the cosmos. If I wasn’t content I would most likely have to divvy up one whole star into 32 incarnations of god inside my head. One whole … Continue reading Star Light, Star Bite
Everything matters within ten seconds or not at all. Within ten hours everything becomes familiar and can be repeated over and over again. At the ten day mark everything settles into a routine and the only way to get there is to start all over again. At ten months it’s time to play catch-up so … Continue reading Everything in Ten
What if I survived a plane crash high up over Albuquerque that wasn’t caused by bad weather but instead resulted in changing weather by me going nose to nose with the ego of someone on a similar plane of existence as my own? Seeding of clouds with my smile would cause people on the ground … Continue reading People On The Ground
All of these pants seem so filthy anymore. Every single one of them khaki with dark spots that ripple out from the center like oil soaking rags. I feel sorry for people being worn by filthy pants because they can’t see beyond their lap. They have no idea the more filthy their pants the more … Continue reading Slacker
I am sprawled out at the shoreline of this Great Lake looking through blue sky as best I can, making it seem endless, until slow atoms floating across my eyeballs bring me back to focus on what lies beneath my ability to see forever. All I can hear is the lapping of waves and the … Continue reading The Hourglass of Nature
I woke up this morning and I woke up again this evening after waking up this afternoon. I put one eye and one ear, along with half my nose, into my pillow for fourteen hours before I counted to ten, ten times, to get me out of bed. I paced my room back and forth … Continue reading So I Slept
I would like to go ahead and augment this sentence by putting an exclamation point at the end of it! Before this post is complete I want to come up with a detailed explanation of its phrasing so the reader will know the direction of a sentence. So the purpose of this post is to … Continue reading Contents of a Sentence
An acorn falls from a tree, hits my shoulder and lands at my feet. I have no choice but to pick it up and squirrel it away in my pocket because the cap will make a fine whistle and it seems to be good luck when things fall from the sky and plop on or … Continue reading Dumb Luck
And the king stands up, turns around in a circle and sits down once again. He is far from opening up the gates for his subjects let alone walking to the fridge to see if the light still works. Wondering what it is to be American when you are the king would be similar to … Continue reading To Be King
I am younger than the sun and still I follow my instincts to go around this wild earth with nothing more than a thimble full of courage. I am younger than the earth and still I follow my heart when going around this wild country with a fist full of dollars. I am younger than … Continue reading A Thimble Full of Courage
When I drink I’m the smartest guy in the room. Then I realize I’m the only guy in the room in a house that is vacant, in a town that is ghosted, in a country that is strange, and in a world that doesn’t exist. So let there be serenity in this room. Then I … Continue reading Serenity
I walk the line between prodigy and master. And then I wake up, dust myself off, and put my little league trophy back on the shelf. The world is a large place with endless competition and I am the one getting played like a tuba. There is only one of me in a huge ensemble … Continue reading Blow Wind
I was a thirteen year old imaginative kid running around saying that someday humans will put all information and knowledge into a crystal somehow, bury one and shoot one into space, so that when we are gone future inhabitants or visitors will know what we had been up to before our untimely demise. They will … Continue reading Time Capsule
“I can’t think,” is what an elderly lady was saying over and over in the hospital that first time which I like to call the Big Blink. That is where I bit my tongue, literally, for hours before I fell into a state of catatonic slumber for a week, not able to remember a damn … Continue reading The Big Blink
Letters are an incongruent assembly of lines and curves until they become a myriad of pictures. Some people can draw the straightest lines that on there own would seem unnatural but when they are put up against thousands of curves the perfect line becomes an extraordinary story. Some artists use curves and points to fill … Continue reading Dancing Letters
Guilt happens when you have been told your whole life that when you die you will go to heaven but you question if there is a heaven and instead you find yourself trying to explain to friends there is a simulation that makes you immortal across infinite universes but only if you choose to join … Continue reading Infinite Atoms
Each one of us thinks we are very important, as important as the next guy, and we are, but a person is awarded money to purchase resources from the ground for doing good and a small amount of elitists think they do the greatest good. Measuring a person's worth in this way may be an … Continue reading The Universal Reputation
I like to go running. And then I wake up wondering what was I running from. Was it a giant scythe wielded by a laughing witch seeking mold to make a potion to paralyze me? Could it have been a long winded lecture about a sabbatical gone mysteriously right but instead I get marked wrong … Continue reading Gondola to Eden
I am conceited when it comes to my perfect little hands. I will gaze at them for too many minutes as I scrunch four fingers to the top of my palm, revealing their shortness and sophistication compared to an ape. How shiny my fingernails are, and how many galaxies would I destroy if I were … Continue reading Little Hands
When I drift into the empty space of my childhood I am reminded how rigid my memories are from that period of my life, as they are so few. A place where my behavior was more sedentary then the chaos that ensued during my more troubled years when I was hyperactive and impulsive. This shows … Continue reading A Spectacle of Ideas
I have been wanting to write but unable to get out of the game. This game has no winners, so losers never quit and winners never play. The game is called sanity - mental order that takes very long to get started and a short time to end, not to be shared or borrowed but … Continue reading The Game of Synchronicity
I sometimes feel backlash from people out in public because I have difficulty joining a society that is changing so fast it is nearly impossible to conclude it is good change we are experiencing. Sure the technology is great, having a robot in your pocket, but the information is so vast I normally don’t commit … Continue reading Guilty of Suggestion
I came back to reality by journaling what was happening around me and so I will trust that this is where I began to make sense out of where I was emotionally, where I was headed. Having been partially successful with the recovery process before, I had decided to finally stop the madness when I … Continue reading The Point of Serenity 1
I have an affinity for making something out of nothing. I can take a blank piece of paper and with words make a mountain seem not so majestic. I do this by dimming down the description of the land mass, portraying its majesty as an obstacle in my way rather than a canvas for something … Continue reading The Duel
“Memory is sometimes understanding the when, where, who, and what but never the why.” -FEM To understand these questions you need to pick an object, place, or person in time and give them a characteristic and name. Put another way, if you were given any topic in history to discuss, you would have to … Continue reading The Philosophy of Why
“If I had to count the times I didn’t do what I set out to do I wouldn’t count myself out.” -FEM Motivating yourself to continue being stubborn towards setting goals is like training all day to get ready for bed. Training means you have an expectation of where you’d like to be in … Continue reading Motivation
“I practice self awareness when people react to me.” -FEM It’s good to have an audience but it’s best to personify those things that attract attention before revealing to the curious your line of creativity. What better way to know your own material than becoming the maker of the mold not the material. With … Continue reading The Oligarchy of Art
“No book has ever been written that explains the way I think.” -FEM How many of you have read a book by Socrates and have been so enamored by it that you read it over and over again, took many notes and spoke long winded about it to your friends? Of course you haven’t, … Continue reading Silent Book
“The more people you meet the more wisdom you exert and less knowledge you establish.” -FEM I’m not one of these people that go around meeting everybody in the same field nor do I have others coming up to me wanting to shake hands with a guy known for his accomplishments and astute rise … Continue reading Exert Knowledge
“The greatest good that comes from thinking about the past is thinking about it now.” - FEM It’s hard to say that the only time we have is now because there is a timeline of thousands of events preceding this moment that are also owned by us. I think it is healthier to live … Continue reading Spontenaity
I headed north towards Colorado, stopping in Taos where I got half a haircut for free because I wouldn’t let the butcher finish the job. After several years of free flowing hair I shouldn’t have stopped at a barber shop staffed by old men who probably nip the bottle between shavings. I mean in the … Continue reading Home I – Delaying Fame
Did you know that morning glory grows out from the cracks of sidewalks and buildings in Athens? I only know this because a Brit strolled up to me asking me a slew of questions about where I’ve been, then determined I am from Michigan, and showed me how to seek and process and consume the … Continue reading Athens – Introducing Hypnagogic’s
Francis Erich McElroy 