Irretrievable

Google Photos suggests a set of pictures for 90 degree rotation, mostly food pics with mine and the X's plates facing each other, that the Google opines would work better in landscape mode. Here is our weekend morning pancakes with all the fillings spread about, the platter we shared at that oasis of a deli … Continue reading Irretrievable →

a prayer for stillness | a prayer

There was no dancing around it: I had found Jesus in a hole in the wall. His Grace shone at me through the tiny tunnel of crumbling concrete. I kept fingering that unlikely home of His yearning for the tip of me to reach and caress him, an embrace I hadn’t known I needed my … Continue reading a prayer for stillness | a prayer →

The Game | social anxiety kōan

It's hard ∅ • Ꙩ to talk ∅ • Ꙩ about the Game ∅ • Ꙩ without making a fool ∅ • Ꙩ of oneself. That's partly because it's ∅ • Ꙩ the game's nature ∅ • Ꙩ to change itself ∅ • Ꙩ all the time. And the game ∅ • Ꙩ has been … Continue reading The Game | social anxiety kōan →

Drunk Psychogeography | a prose poem

Home. Orange lamplight smeared like oil on canvas. Lying in my own vomit I try to remember. When was that? Where did it happen? What do you call this city. All the arcades a blur. Strolling the streets at night: Haze of place-names and out-of-joint watering holes. I remember the bar on the balcony, the … Continue reading Drunk Psychogeography | a prose poem →

Escapism | a sense-memory

Two notes, like clanging twice on metal, punctuating a mechanical, almost submerged drum-and-bass section. Soon it will meet chainsaw guitars coming and going in sly riffs and I, long before the age of smartphones and Shazam, will wonder, again—what’s that song? I’m wasted by the promenade as it dawns on yet another twenty-something day. The … Continue reading Escapism | a sense-memory →

Phantom Timezones

"It’s like a sickness where I just want to prove to everyone I can do it,” he said. “I’m going to show you I can be number one at both. Watch me.” That's the Wall Street Journal on day-jobbers moonlighting as aspiring performers, so it's probably become a thing. These corporate office workers are making … Continue reading Phantom Timezones →