Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Category: Writing
Lazy writing.
I started this blog almost four years ago as a way to regularize and improve my writing practice. You know: just me and my personal thoughts (and the rest of the world reading them). And why? Because I largely need an audience to motivate… Continue Reading “Lazy writing.”
One lover brought me flowers and another brought me God.
One lover brought me flowers and another brought me God; straight through from the screen into meaning, one voice meets another in a smoky subterranean bar (disappearing in fast number these rumpus-room arrangements). About travel, and fantasy and trauma and scotch we whittled down… Continue Reading “One lover brought me flowers and another brought me God.”
Planting.
A sheaf of papers and 158 ways to cut them down. Bind and bale them for resurrection as feed when the fertile land goes frozen six months of the year. Scatter over soil as a weed repellant in the garden, or compost the lot… Continue Reading “Planting.”
Medellin: A journal excerpt
Medellín – so badly desiring to capture this place between these pages and also know the impossibility of it. It is noisy and dangerous, polluted, and crowded with throngs of people mostly going in circles – the dispossessed caught in the bowl that is… Continue Reading “Medellin: A journal excerpt”
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