Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Black Cat Road

Black Cat Road leads to the ocean, to vast, desolate beaches where a mind could wander into the waves. Toss the wandering mind into a sea of amniotic fluid. An old, arthritic, half-blind, nearly deaf black cat showed up to greet us as we pulled up to a farm house off a red dirt road.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Mother's Companion

Mother began her torturous palaver, unpleasant, aggressive, but monotonous syllables of barely repressed rage, she bludgeoned her son with words forbidding sexuality, alcohol or any form of pleasure and encouraged him to pursue an ideal.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Writing as Antidote

It’s hard to write about the experience of feeling bad during the moment of feeling bad. The moment I begin writing, I feel better.