Lilacs in a Happy Chef Jar

This photo-series is dedicated to my friend Sam because Lilacs really do remind her of death and she got me one of my first jobs at Happy Chef in Waterloo, which recently closed. I picked the Lilacs from my backyard and they have since withered and decayed themselves…

I just turned on “Stripsearch”

Just the title to a song, a song that’s going on. Today, heat is here, and I’m alone for time unknown. Stop typing, head over pen, writing’s dead. Way to change, sell your shit or be next in line to lose an eye…

Happy

If he saved himself I would be happy. If he had a little jar of air I would be happy to poke some breathing holes. Summer ends as his swollen body returns only to be eaten by tiny bugs and worms. Grass is greener over here… a ghost is fog that lingers near. Try to […]

Siddhartha’s Dream

In Siddhartha dreams enlighten the dreamer to some greater truth, “when a man is asleep, he penetrates his innermost and dwells in Atman” (Hesse 1951 7). Siddhartha becomes restless when he realizes what he has become and his entire life sickens him. After a sleepless night he finally falls asleep at dawn and has a […]

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