I walk these paths like second nature, my own west coast Mill Creek Park. Skylines bleed and swirl like tie-dye on a t-shirt I never made. Youngstown? Los Angeles? My eyes and feet read a new story; my feet and eyes deliver the same narrative. ~ ~ D.J.W. AdvertisementsRead more "– elysian park –"
Stare down the beast who preys nine to five. Clock out, clock out, no shame in the maze, just recognition of your odyssey. This creature is not omega. This creature is not even alpha. This creature is just a moment of occupancy, a branch on your elm tree, a stone you are stepping on. Release […]Read more "– when the job is just a job –"
One plus one they go, homemaking and so, raise pups and globetrot each year, love so soft, you’d shed a tear… and they do it in the name of love – they did it just to have someone – they have done it just because life looks too lonesome alone. ~ ~ D.J.W.Read more "– pair off –"
Donnie… Kimmie… could one of you do us all a favor and make the first move already? Put the lot of us out of our misery, out to pasture, out like the light you’ve both stolen from society. Put your people’s money where your mouths are and blow whole worlds to ash and dust. Make […]Read more "– intimidating tactics and distracting threats –"
Walking runs deep, with- in each joint each ligament. When tension closes the door, it’s time to blow that lid again. Take time, break time, break ache down. Bury trauma under rise of sound, in the deep of screaming dawn, extend arms just like Armstrong. Relax muscles, man. Stop stalking all these musclemen and start […]Read more "– stretch it out –"
Your crown has been tarnished. My crown is made of straw and twigs. His crown was called into question. It’s all fine and dandy… nobility is still nobility. They will dispute and challenge our claims to the throne until their faces are true blue, steamed and pressed like the paninis they enjoy eating so much. […]Read more "– kingship –"
It all felt out of left field, his whole ‘angel in the outfield’ schtick through the phone… except it wasn’t a schtick. My dear Nicholaus, my favorite(-ish) former co-worker, my fellow weird negro, rang me up inquiring about my relationships with Jesus and his Holy Father, confirming that my batting average was on par. If […]Read more "– he’s going with god and christ –"