the things we want to do..

It’s all just so worrying, because we spend all this time thinking and realizing but none of it wants to get down on paper. It wants to stay floating in the nebulous mind void, or non-void, rather, as it is full but it can take on the appearance of being a void. The mind pretends,…

The Friends

they begin with you without you they do not exist they haunt me for they sat by my side too long, listening don’t talk too much take heed for the ears of friends do listen they’ll remember what you say, so stay away from dirty liars that say ‘I love you’ how do we know…

Account of an Experience in Feeling & Sight

the day after acid, i slept ’til 1, woke up briefly, suggested a vegetarian burger and sex in the shower, then fell asleep again. upon waking at 6, i began the cooking that would continue on long past midnight. artichokes, boiled in an inch of water, with garlic butter sauce. tang, and that smell: of…

the day after the day after acid

melting mind fuel my anxiety give me a reason to scratch the scabs on my head and my legs distilled mind tactile fractile rewind scare the passersby when i laugh with no trigger floating figures be mine save the colours of time in my trails, my floaters are dancers to rhymes let the fatigue, the…

Buses and the Community

Something that continues to fascinate me living here in Bogotá is the marked difference between human closeness and one’s sense of community on a daily basis. I have wondered to myself ‘why should this be the case?’ on a variety of occasions, and frequently my conclusion comes to: religion (Catholic-conservatism creates a sense of charity…

Pre-midnight reading

The woods are magnificent, superb beyond description but most vexatious to a surveyor and the first dwellers in a town. I declare without the least sentimentality, I grieve and mourn the ruthless destruction of these most glorious trees. Colonel Moody in a letter to the Governor of the Colony of British Columbia, twelve years before…