Writer • Musician
A film has the ability to move us not just through the story it’s telling, but by the way in which it tells the story. The technical means a filmmaker follows to convey a film’s message is often overlooked, for it can make a tremendous difference is an audience’s reaction. Few films provide as …
I went to a place I never want to see again. I walked into a room where darkness was my only friend. I felt the cold, like it was stealing life from my skin. But worst of all I couldn’t see a visible end. I noticed the smell of burning fire. I thought I felt …
I am a crazed and old crow, Lost without reason. I am a battered old tyrant. It all could’ve been so easy. White pearl necklace rests upon worn, wrinkled skin. I sit alone, without purpose just drenched in sin. In my velvet chair I sit gazing into my reflection; Alone and unsure, still suspecting insurrection. …
By Michael Quinn I am sailing now on a fast approaching neon-lit ship And there is no telling how hard it’s gonna hit. All one can do is let the wind fly through their hair And breathe in the crystal blue oceans and the velvet air. Come with me Fly with me Take my hand …
I had a nice three or four days and then I crashed, and it seems now that there is nowhere to go but up. I hate being at the bottom of the barrel like this, with zero proficiency. Haven’t gone to the gym in nearly a week, which may be playing a larger role than …
Yesterday I realized that I’d missed Bob Dylan’s birthday. What do I mean by ‘missed’? Don’t know. I guess I didn’t get to stand back in reflection and think about him for a good five minutes or so. Play a song of his off my library or something. Just the idea of that strikes me …
So marks the first real post on this new spot currently in development with WordPress (the entry below being the most recent from the Blogspot location). Nothing against Blogger. I'm actually quite fond of its compatibility with Google and several other features. However the key element that I feel is missing is a way of …
Verse 1: Kangaroo Silver bluff with despair Juvi jumps the canyon but is stuck in midair He asks “How did I get from here to there?” Startin’ get those who crawl to care. Chorus: Well Jonas he can walk down patched roads of blue Yes he passes both light and lines, all open avenues. Though …
Down in the pits of swamp fever There is a woman there that I know She walks her beat, while people marvel at her feet She walks down the street, and the fellas they all go Hey Cassie King, we have never seen A stare so mean and a body so lean Hey Cassie King, …
Concepts of that Greek myth re-enter my thoughts. He is a figure who represents ecstasy in life and humanity. He may very well correlate with many of the characters I've been thinking so much about these days, those who wish to break free from the mundane irreverence dominating their societies and into the other side …
I feel as though you are an angel,And I am a ghost.You are a pleasant dream that hides behind a bush,And I am a creature lost in eternal dry-spun hope.I am like a goblin,A goblin caught in his own fire.I come out yet again,With a grin that your beauty inspires.We’ve been on this merry-go-round since …
I could sing songs of joy, but what is the point?Enough people suffer to make proclamations seem crude.I have no desire to sings of young love and romance.The only happiness that interests me Is that which is found in a warm mealOr in a hard drink or bottle of beer.The last remaining medicine for the …
I sit at the cafe with my legs crossed like a cool catI’m chasing something far and awayIt’s mystery, unattainableBut I must have itMy words are elementaryI’m like some infantHaven’t learned to walkEvery effort seeming futileI wish to break free from the confines of orthodoxyBreak free from concerns of passing time and trivial rhymeIf I …
The Flood My name is Jonah, and the following is my story of the last week of civilization. It began with a global flood that left only 1,000 people remaining to walk the planet. The morning after the great flood, I woke up and I noticed a certain stillness in the wind that I thought unusual …
Things picking up a bit. Time to work on another short story and start building this portfolio. Should have focused on this more while I was in blasted Florida. Oh well. No worries. I was in a transitional phase and not sure of what I wanted at the time. Now I am here, where creativity …
Just finished an encounter with a stripper at a club on Sunset Blvd on the eve of Mother’s Day, while my mother happens to be here in Los Angeles visiting me. So I feel like a rotten little worm. And yet those several minutes with that Sunset seductress, her name was Carmen, seemed like some …
Too sleepy and too late to write anything real heavy. Mother and Aunt came into town tonight. Wonderful seeing them. I find that I am somehow able to attach a greater degree of intimacy to the area now that they are here, as though it is now somehow more appropriate to think of this as …
And from ground ashes I rise and into the sky over the clouds and in the beyond. Past streaks of blue and into the realm of violet tunnels, accompanied by the spectral passenger. He is the navigator and the great compass for human entrance. He takes my hand and we walk into the next dimension.-Jude …
"A Possible Eulogy for Terrorism" I remember walking into class ten years ago and being surprised to find the television on; and I didn’t think twice about the image of New York City on the screen, in which a lone black raincloud hovered strangely beside one of the Twin Towers. There was an explosion moments …
On the broken boulevard stands the impersonatorTrying to score a buck,Could be down on his luck,Invoking The King--The Memphis Country BoyWho turned from heartland heroTo Vegas Sideshow,Who walked along angels of the American highways Standing up to the coaxing sunChasing glory and some old-fashioned fun,Letting the sun grace his skin and the wind fly through …
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