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 –"
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 –"
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 –"
One silly mistake on a Tuesday could throw the universe as you know it off of its axis. One silly mistake could result in a $60 Lyft ride to (and from) Costa Mesa. One silly mistake could have you washing pans and bins for close to eight hours all while standing, drenching wet, doing what […]Read more "– one silly mistake on a tuesday –"
Let Jesus come in the form of duck tape, enough to seal the overfed mouths of all 22-year-olds masquerading as mature adults. I remember that year for me: unruly, uncertain, undercooked with the right amount of problematic problem-solving for my ‘crises’. The diarrhea, however, spilt more from my rectum, less from my tongue in those […]Read more "– annoying 22-year-olds –"