my breath stinks my armpits smell my stomach aches I am not the man I thought I was better to be dead then have to spend a lifetime dying. but I’d be awkward as anyone else in anyother life so there is only this and with all, it perseveres. I cannot wash the stain of maleness off my clothes I am not the man I ought to have been only recently realizing that I have to obliterate all that should not be known or read, less it be known and read. and still, my breath stinks, my armpits smell. my stomach aches. - Hoc Scripsi
February 27, 2011
Untitled
February 23, 2011
new blog policy – I thieved it from Micael Chadwick.
Since I was never any good at replying to comments left for me, I now respond personally to them via e-mail. You have to have your email addy enabled for comments otherwise I will not respond but do appreciate the commentary.
it’s better this way I think. and for some reason, it is easier for me to respond to everyone rather than write one response that covers everyone.
I hope you all can dig it. I can dig it. Man, I can dig it twice.
February 22, 2011
West Coast Image
A good, longtime, friend of mine sent this photo to me – taken from his cellphone. I am in love with it. I haven’t seen my friend in nearly a decade, he smartly left Illinois and has made a life for himself by greater beaches – I’d known him since we were both small, both naive, both hungering for a greater tomorrow and freedom. I think of him often, without heartbreak, as ours is an unspoken commitment of kinship.
This image is from the younger brother I never had. and it’s poem is building within me as we speak…
February 22, 2011
nearly this weeks magpie – but it isn’t.
the light has sometimes painful burning but I miss the sun on my up turned face.
the
light
has
sometimes
painful
burning
but
I
miss
the
sun
on
my
up
turned
face.
the
light
has
sometimes
painful
burning
but
I miss
the sun
on my
up turned
face.
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 