Nobody's creekbed
songs, prayers, poetry, stories, art, photographs, moving pictures, fondnesses, tall-tales and meditations
Friday, August 25, 2017
Monday, August 21, 2017
Agents from I don't know where (National Geographic? NASA? HUAC? Chillax Brothers Reunion Committee? Sundance Film Lab? Kubrick's estate?) murdered me minutes after the sun snapped this photograph. I'm afraid there will be a podcast or docudrama this fall. Don't tune or dial or drop or click or dip or check or buzz in. Please. Remember me as I was: inky, viscous, halfway-there, compromised, sometimes scratching, sometimes soughing.
Saturday, August 19, 2017
Sunday, August 13, 2017
Not only is white nationalism not just another legitimate "side" in the conversation, but white supremacy is always-already status quo, and that's the necessary conversation.