& his other passion
Categories: sounds
Monthly Archives: September 2013
his name was charles t. his name is ansar
Ansar’s voice is amazing. It’s as rich and dark and bold as his black as night skin. It makes you tremble. It freezes you. Only after the initial shock of its strength can you begin listening to it. I can faintly hear his voice at the top of the staircase, where the sounds of urban street sprawl mix with the sounds of urban underground transportation. With every step downward, his volume increases – I’m getting closer. At the bottom of […]
Categories: sounds
el cerrito
There was a time in my life when I embraced strange men and the experiences that came with them. Lunch or dinner lead to me being wrapped in duct tape and modeling for photography sessions. Overweight gold chained characters, heavy on the gray chest hair, fed me fried ice cream. Lovers two and a half times my age stained motel carpets with red candle wax. Store owners closed shop early for backroom boogy. And today I guess I’m not too […]
Categories: secrets, stories • Tags: anger, art, BART, butt crack, El Cerrito, Japan, jaul, life story, short story, whiskey
“You are folded…
“You are folded like origami, like paper you cut, as I taste the blood pulsating in the corner of my lip…Thinking about your the uncompromizing position and how you can make lots of money…” My hairdresser sends me texts with typos sometimes.
Categories: snippets
you will receive
Categories: scribbles
scenes from today (a long time ago)
geometric planes of styrofoam dancing in traffic, obliterated into snow, bouncing on asphalt instead of melting into blackness mutt hut bunny’s doll palace entenmann’s bakery outlet candy corner San Leandro has stolen my heart several times in the past five years, but it always gives it back. My heart has been taken again, and I’m doing just fine without a beat. If you only know San Leandro by its main thoroughfares, it’s a simple and bland city. Isolated pockets of […]
Categories: Uncategorized
questions and answers
My penpal asks me a lot of questions. A shit ton of them remain unanswered. I’m just waiting for a new set of duck lips.
Categories: scribbles • Tags: communication, creative exchanges, interview, old best friends, pen pal
a letter
Something I’ve never been good at is doing things abruptly. Everything requires immense planning and preparation. Removing adhesive bandages off my hairy arms always requires a warm bath, clean towels, and an oversized robe; there is no such thing as just yanking off a Band-Aid. The same goes with bringing people into my life and letting them go — it’s a process. Awhile back, when I barely knew Jonah, I had the oddest feeling he was going to politely ask me to exit his life. It took me […]
Categories: secrets
black with white veins
New York was cold, white, and busy. The streets were a blur with fast walking pedestrians dashing in all directions. How we could stand so still on the sidewalk without profanities being yelled at us was amazing. We were frozen in time, embraced for warmth and forever. I never saw him; he was in front of me, and I behind, reaching my arms around his waist clasping my hands together at his belly. The back of his wool peacoat was […]
Categories: slumber • Tags: Dream, marble, New York, subconscious
invite me in
Her face was covered in scabs. They were as bright and permanent as her skin tight clothes. “The doors are wet. They’ve just been refinished. Be careful as you’re walking around. That’s why it smells in here. You might get high.” I sat my bags down. “An additional benefit.” The husband perked up, showing a coffee and nicotine stained grin through a thick, brown beard. “’An additional benefit.’ Yeah, yeah – AN ADDITIONAL BENEFIT! That’s funny.” Husband shuffled the perimeter […]
Categories: stories
drearose 