One of the quotes on my outgoing email is this one from Francis Ford Coppola: "Parents always say focus on something. Don’t focus. Do all the things you love and someday it will come together and you will see what you are. And the things that you did ... will all be relevant." When I … Continue reading Don’t Focus (or In Praise of the Niche-Less Blog)
Floating lazily Steam wafting all around me Adrift in the clouds.
Scenes have come and scenes have gone. Fragmented clips play in the background. Heavy curtains hanging silent at distant edges, become visible, bringing about a curious tilt of the head and a questioning furrow to the eyebrows. Supporting. Names appear, rolling from the bottom, … Continue reading Credits
In the darkest of the wee hours Quiet save for the white noise of forced heat and the hum of silence I half-wake into that twilight place and find that I am huddled snugly beneath the down My left leg tucked like a puzzle piece between your legs. They are cool. I strain through the … Continue reading Blanket
Fingers meander absently, mindlessly, naively down QWERTY Lane, telling tales of woes of others onto digital paper. Conscious unconsciousness. Sleepwalking, daydreaming, wandering off into dark alleys where thoughts lurk behind pillars shaped like past bodies and faces, grotesque and looming, stalking, pulsing in excited anticipation of pouncing, screaming, pounding, shrieking assault. They are happy. Their … Continue reading Autopilot