Drop it all leaving it behind in the back of my mind racing towards the unseen edge of an endless road to possibility the spirit of america calling to me – it’s rasping rotting in the dry heat of a setting southwestern sun – I’ve never taken drugs but I want to watch the world…
Month: June 2019
Old Wounds Pt. 1
I met her on a dating app, finally reserved to seeking conversation in place of sex. The tedious, critical process of selectively swiping on potential partners reduced to a mindless exercise, apathetically thumbing through profiles while never glancing down at the screen. This had become habitual, more impulse than directed action. Running out of potential…
Grit & Edge #1
Hello All, I just came across a script for a series riffing on Frank Miller, his writing style and characterization. I wrote these a couple years back when I wanted to poke fun at his gritty, edgy approach to the medium, so I decided to portray it through this on-the-nose series. My intention was to…
Riding the Rails on the Edge of Night
As night encroaches on lonesome suburbia, I prepare to meet it. Placing all things in order, I head to the cabinet drawing forth a bottle, still half full, of sweet, fragrant cognac to nurse the edge of a passing day. Uncorking the spiced elixir, I pour it into a cheap snifter, returning the bottle to…
Moody
Charles Bukowski. He fills his cup to the brim with cheap wine, downs it in a gulp, then keeps on filling. This sweaty, balding, unkempt, rotund, scoundrel of man glances up from his stained and wrinkled stack of papers. A gleam of satisfaction cuts across his smirking face, pure bliss at wasting his audience’s time….
That Spark
Another restless night. Bare and uncovered in the darkness I listen to the hum of whirring motors that fill the void with mechanical life. Outside, street lamps give off a dull yellow glow. I picture them, imperfect, tilted in the ground, left by some worker who figured the task completed well enough. My central air…
Piecework Prose 