Justin Stone's creekbed

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Thursday, June 27, 2019

every train the loneliest
destination

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Of course there is no accounting for taste, and mine is made by privileges, biases, markets, algorithms, and countless other invisible social constructions, but oh, oh, dang, Thomas Pynchon's Mason & Dixon is one unbelievable U.S. novel—beautiful, horrifying, critical, subversive, double-voiced, heteroglossic, mind-altering, vivifying, singularly funny.

A weird minor history. I read Mason & Dixon in 1998 on borrow from the Brooklyn Library, a darkish period where I was slowly, even painfully, returning to the the practice of reading after its long woeful absence (my worst, most selfish, self-involved, and destructive periods have also been those I was not reading, or reading far too little, or within winnowed frame of reference). I know I enjoyed and was moved by the novel because I do remember, upon finishing it, weeping in the small apartment I then shared with my sister. But, fast forward 20 years later, I just re-read the book over many weeks and made a shocking realization: I remembered nothing of detail from that first read. Nothing save a vague approximation of the novel's final lines. And though I thought myself even then someone who knew something, I see now that after that first 20-odd years of so-called schooling I had no grasp whatsoever of anything vital—history, philosophy, science, art, literature or whatever—truly anything beyond me-producing consumer culture, especially and most importantly magic, the suprarenal, the unsaid and unknown, others and others and others. Re-reading Mason & Dixon, which demanded I read a whole network of other texts in the process, helped me appreciate that I I have come a little way, very little on sum, but that I yet have universes and universes to inquire.

Here's to patience, focus, endurance. To read, learn,  breathe, be at length. Of and alongside others.

Crying again.


Saturday, June 22, 2019

this fucking Chucky doll just bit the shit out of my mom and I'm offering to the first bidder for $50,000 zero questions asked. bm me please


Thursday, June 20, 2019

Evil, grievously offended, would prefer to be called "Sir" or "Patriot who gives brown babies a caged vacation from their families."

Sunday, June 16, 2019

if you wish a ship
mate with small
shaky hands

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

the executioner's face
need
not be well hidden

Saturday, June 08, 2019

Jesus christ, he's over here fucking around now.

Wednesday, June 05, 2019

"Acts have consequences, Dixon, they must. These Louts believe all's right now,— that they are free to get on with Lives that to them are no doubt important,— with no Glimmer at all of the Debt they have taken on. That is what I smell'd,— Lethe-Water. One of the things the newlyborn forget, is how terrible its Taste, and Smell. In Time, these People are able to forget everything. Be willing but to wait a little, and ye may gull them again and again, however ye wish,— even unto their own Dissolution. In America, as I apprehend, Time is the true River that runs 'round Hell."

— Pynchon, Mason & Dixon

Tuesday, June 04, 2019

Who else gets mad when content isn't ahistorical, entertainment-oriented, or directly referencing me?

Sunday, June 02, 2019

I pray for the end to money's murder-grip on human being.

Saturday, June 01, 2019

I was blurry when I wrote, "look closely. listen closely. what we have here may well be the single truest folk rock n' roll performance ever captured on video tape," but I did wish true love would cast out all evil.

Hanging on the in silver, magnet, murk, and grain.

Monday, May 27, 2019

A post about a poster posting. At the end, they discover they are...

A. a bot
B. a Stepstool & Necktie advertisement
C. not a writer
D. all of the above

Sunday, May 26, 2019

Night Moves, by the wildly creative Stephanie Barber, repurposes comments from a Youtube page for Bob Seger's song "Night Moves," and I read the book fascinated. Of course there is basic survival truth to the Internet commonplace "don't ever read the comments" — I closed the comment option at Creekbed's beginning some fifteen years ago because I knew you weirdos, saboteurs, and bots. However, Barber's deeply strange text allows quieted consideration of the ubiquitous but practically invisible internet thicket: nostalgia, sentimentality, earnestness, pettiness, idiocy, privilege, illiteracies, and mental illness.

Night Moves is available here from the good folks at Publishing Genius who have many, many great books. And finally and forever, for all this goddamned and glorious media, you can't beat the book for active reflection.  

Several years back I scratched a little riff on Seger/Night Moves.


in the morning we were
under water—
cool, puffy, floating

Thursday, May 23, 2019

". . . a curriculum that isn't designed to liberate you but to occupy you . . ."

—Mike Rose, Lives on the Boundary

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

"...for Commerce without Slavery is unthinkable, whilst Slavery must ever include, as an essential Term, the Gallows,— Slavery without the Gallows being as hollow and Waste a Proceeding, as a Crusade without the Cross."

Mason & Dixon

Sunday, May 19, 2019

Remember that day the MYS Unreflective got sunk and we lost every last grinning maven in the Chillax Bros 12th Detach? Well, thanks—I was one. This is a ghost story. This is a war story.

Friday, May 17, 2019

What a bunch of shitty shitty shitty fucking assholes. It is difficult to figure out where one ends and the others begin, but these seemingly sudden advances in what are foundational wars on women, black and brown people, the poor, and nature itself are all deeply interconnected with the long, silent, successfully prosecuted war on education, which is the war on democratic agency. What a corporation of shitty shitty shitty fucking assholes.

We need to let these allied oligarchs and theocrats know we are not their empty vessels, their carriers, their help, their workforce, their consumers, their customers, their audience, their sub-humans.

Of course many folks are long in this fight out of fire, spirit, and mortal necessity, and the rest of us should follow by example because we—myself included—passively and silently, if not actively and shit-grinningly, reproduce the power the structures.

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

I read a new novel that I can not stop thinking about: The City of Folding Faces, written by Jayinee Basu, published by Lanternfish Press, is a wondrous, strange, and necessarily disturbing exploration of areas like consciousness, technology, advertising, communication, drugs, yearning, and love. Speculative and immediate, intellectual and achingly visceral, herein core human questions thrum. Mirroring the narrative's content and form I felt often like I was beyond my body, sensing vividly the constructedness and limitations of the phenomena we call self, what marketers and other power brokers covet as tastes and hopes and desires and fears. Basu's lyrical text both haunts and enthralls. This one is for poetic fiction travelers.

You may consider and order Jayinee Basu's The City of Folding Faces from the good folks at Lanternfish Press here.

You want to hold this one. What a wonderful book design:


Monday, May 13, 2019

please do not
tell me how
this thing ends

Sunday, May 12, 2019

The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which one ought always to compose,—that, we fear, can seldom be ours. Dollars damn us...

—Melville [pronouns changed to get at something big]

Tuesday, May 07, 2019

"It may be they call her raggedy because power loathes the poor. And where loathing lives exploitation follows easily. Who cannot see the pain etched beneath her eyes? Only monsters. But even more we see in her a wisdom: hard, angular, idiosyncratic, and deeply funny. Not only knowledgeable and prepared but capable, spherical. It is these qualities power fears. Raggedy? Can you imagine? I prefer radical—Radical Ann. Although of course there's nothing radical about equity, human dignity."

—the baby, unable to sleep




Monday, May 06, 2019

One of my short stories was a finalist for Ruminate Magazine's 2019 William Van Dyke Short Story Prize. Many tantalizing near landings these late years. Here's to the ground. You.

Wednesday, April 03, 2019

" . . . at once funny, terrible, terrible, and boring."

Reading to see
what I have
missed. A lot
of people are
trying but
for the elect
oral college.

Thursday, March 28, 2019

Glow in the glow,
doubt in the day.

Thursday, March 21, 2019

I thought the mountain
bigger than it was,
but I saw a cloud.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Somebody said they were all worried about education in the United States, had this frigging detailed laundry list and everything, but I reminded her that almost 65 schools made it in the March Madness this year and that's something we should be pretty stoked about. Chillax, bros! Dishonor before death!

Monday, March 18, 2019

night, dawn—
houses with lights on

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

"They all talked at once, their voices insistent and contradictory and impatient, making of unreality a possibility, then a probability, then an incontrovertible fact, as people will when their desires become words."

— The Sound and the Fury


This was one of the epigraphs to my new novel but it's an epigraph to every worthwhile novel.

Please see my DEADx Talk at the Big Drown Water Park, Summer 2020.

Friday, March 01, 2019

Just going to leave this here

Monday, February 25, 2019

"Write a little every day, vacillating wildly between between hope and despair."

— Justin D. Stone

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Neorealist X-Men reinvention — Professor X is an adjunct professor? Adjunct Professor X? Substitute Teacher X? Next-Gen Scoring Software X? Nobody has any power? The School for Gifted Youngsters has been subsumed by a multinational corporation, transformed into a test-taking factory for lower-order thinking skills, preparation for a life of minimum wage jobs and addiction to numbing, labyrinthine entertainments and ingestables—fleeting delusions of power? Meanwhile, students, parents, and teachers—all mired in poverty—are scapegoated for society's escalating problems, and increasingly disciplined and punished?

Sunday, February 17, 2019


Does anyone know where we can get these Bright Starts Automatic Bouncer tracks on vinyl? Where we can hear the dust and feel the light? We already miss these sweet, melancholy, sun-limned days. Being and dreaming. Like a narrative universe in Miranda July’s mind. Me and you and everyone we do not know. Our old beds and worn rockers. Our bright woodsheds and unread stories. The unwritten. Play me the one that says I love you. I love you.

Friday, February 15, 2019

Friday for an American Asshole

1. Refuse back pay for low wage contract workers
2. Declare racist "national emergency"
3. Jet to personal resort, golfing
4. Watch Fox News
5. Tweet
6. Masturbate with the Devil

Monday, February 11, 2019

The Entertainment, The Man (or, Every-
time I Turn Around I Found I'm Shot)




























Source: 
Kerr, Walter. The Silent Clowns. New York: Da Capo, 1980.

Saturday, February 09, 2019

U.S. corporation: "Hey, thank you, thank you so much for all this work you're doing! We really appreciate it! We could not be here without you! We won't forget your contribution! And you will be rewarded! Very soon! We promise! We will do everything we can for you!"

Rest of your life: Vertiginous midnight silence, frustration, fear, pain, falling, reaching, falling, reaching, death of everything you hold dear, death.

Thursday, February 07, 2019

Shel Silverstein (1974) way out past the curve















Where the Sidewalk Ends

Tuesday, February 05, 2019




















Today in shit memes:

1) "Illegal" isn't a noun, racist. No human being is illegal.
1-A) Real life human beings are killed and otherwise terribly violated over this rhetoric.
1-B) All of this land is stolen, desecrated.
2) The right wing oligarchy is doing nothing for "homeless veterans" or "citizens".
2-A) I realize this is like shooting fish in a barrel (a cliché dumb and meaningless as anything in these memes, or graphic texts, the vapid recycled language which has also become our public discourse), but the recurring "homeless veterans" trope in these right wing memes is ridiculous. One, there is no scarcity of resources. The constructed competition between "us" and "them" is bullshit; we are all oppressed by global capitalism. Two, one of the right wing oligarchy's greatest successes is, in fact, the continual creation of more and more people who are homeless, refugees, and/or veterans, if not dead.
3) According to my friends who are friends with him, Sam Elliott is not a dumb asshole.
4) "Cupcake"? Really? How repressed are you? How gross?
5) Reading "I don't think so cupcake" with its missing comma makes perfect declamation.
6) A woman's life and body is hers, King Crapcake.
7) Please read a text, any text, without graphics and more than 20 inane words.
8) "morals"

Saturday, February 02, 2019

I guess I should start out by telling you I'm four months old. I'm coming to appreciate the practice of critical re-reading. Just like writing's in the re-vision and learning's in the listen, reading's in the careful re-read. A thing can be both overvalued and undervalued, if you know what I mean. Both too read and misread. Take for example the whole goddamn world. Most of the guys I know are a first draft, half glance, clumsy-tongued gang of liars.

My old man's not really the worst guy in the world. He's just a little wet in the shoes, you could say. A bit battered about the ears.

Every time I think I figured anything out I haven't. I guess the thing is I wish for others even more than myself. That we can sleep and dream and be in the world all at the same time.


Friday, February 01, 2019

"She just put her arms around me and said, 'It's okay, you're okay. Sorrow is nothing but worn-out joy.'"

Old Joy

Hollywood — A side-eyed pack of chortling rich boys who can't read, write, or empathize their way out of their designer shirts come to position as the arbiters and gatekeepers of story.

Saturday, January 26, 2019

(The many times I went back to) Rockville

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

In 1988, during a 4-issue Batman run called "A Death in the Family," readers were allowed to vote, via two 900 phone numbers, whether Robin lives or dies.

By a weirdly narrow margin, readers voted Robin die.

That these votes were easily, obviously rigged is small part of a larger, more invisible reality. After a cataclysmic century that also saw some hopeful gains for an American social compact—the New Deal; Civi Rights; the proliferation of long-oppressed voices across many disciplines; the bloom of critical theory, critical education—a New Right, under the moniker of Reaganism, was ascendant.

We vote others die.



[Preview of "Deaths in Other Families" — forthcoming from Justin D. Stone.]

Friday, January 04, 2019

Depart-ment of Nude Jo
kes


Knock, Knock.

Who's there?

A petulant, racist, oligarch garbage bag of skin stuffed with poisonous blood, bile, guts, and shit.

Hello, Donald.

Hello, Donald.

Hello, Donald.

Great. I'm very glad to see we're all here.

Friday, November 30, 2018

I don't believe Trump truly wanted to be president. He really just desired to continue wielding the chicanery of capitalism—whereby the wealth of conscience-less greed-heads simply and without any effort begets more wealth and everyone else is exploited—to build Trump Towers in the autocratic capitals of the globe (Moscow, Riyadh, Beijing), installing his fetishized autocrats (Putin, Mohammed bin Salman, Duterte) in the $50 million penthouse of each dark tower. The big problem is that he and his family—once a combination of surprising-but-not-really-surprising factors such as the illiterate consumerism, sheer desperation, exploitable prejudices, self-interested greed, and apathy of U.S. citizens allowed his ridiculous stunt to proceed—figured that being president could just be the same thing. And maybe right now that is true. We need to re-vision our reason and purpose, our empathy and potential.

Friday, November 23, 2018

I get asked all the time so here's a secret: key to this blog's longevity is that it's written for kids, adults, and dolphins.

Monday, November 12, 2018

Hee Haw skit

Cornpone: My daughter blew an egg out her nose.
Rubbery Farmer: Holy moly. Did it hurt?
Cornpone: I don't know — she's a girl!

Friday, October 26, 2018

the false flag
is in your heart

Friday, October 19, 2018

De-partment of Nude Jokes

What does the devil say when he investigates himself?

My economy is booming

Friday, October 05, 2018

when has rule
of law not been
the sound of o
ppression

no checks, no balance,
three illegitimate
branches of government

Wednesday, October 03, 2018

2018 and I
don't know anything

Sunday, September 30, 2018

If only we could extend this surging conservative interest in the presumption of innocence, sympathy for young people, and forgiveness for actions that happened "a long time ago" to millions of murdered and unjustly imprisoned African Americans.

Sunday, September 09, 2018

The work is so silent even the shortest handwritten note on a formal rejection from a favorite literary magazine—Zoetrope: All-Story—feels like a human connection:

nice work

My kid. I told her she's the only good gig that ever called back and she said, "I know. We're in a lot of trouble. But what the shit."

Monday, September 03, 2018

My daughter's cat. I know, I know.
When you're three weeks old
you get whatever you want.

Monday, August 20, 2018

My 8-day old daughter was sleep talking and she said, ". . . things never worked out for my old man . . ." She's brilliant.

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Pynchon, in Gravity's Rainbow, offers some excellent mottos for the new/old imperial Space Force. To name a few:

"All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all."

"Don't forget the real business of war is buying and selling."

"Shit, money, and the Word, the three American truths, powering the American mobility..."

"My mother is the war."

"The Toiletship"

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

I appear in the music video for Tim Rutili and Craig Ross's song "Greasing Up the Third Eye." Ghettoblaster Magazine debuts the video here. Longtime collaborators Zach Passero directs and Lucky McKee gives chase. Moreover, I've been seeking refuge in Tim's music (Califone, Red Red Meat, much more) for many years. So this one is goddang special to me. Tim and Craig's new album 10 Seconds to Collapse is available now from Jealous Butcher Records. If you don't know Tim's music, seek out.

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

A lesson should be that oligarchs—American, Russian, or otherwise—do whatever they want, whenever they want, wherever they want, and to whomever they want. And that's just capitalism, especially the extreme unregulated capitalism we've been convinced is the only possible way to organize society, like god's direct law. Well, it's a shit social organization and only a shit god would endorse it. For instance, global oligarchic partnerships for oil profits—dirty, corrupt, murderous, and legal—trump all other human relationships, values, goals, hopes, dreams.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

On the one hand I am desperate for time to slow, for mortality to please extend its illusory promise. On the other hand, however, I'm anxious for time to grind into dust the silent gen-er, baby boomer, or gen x-er who itches to utter another nonreflexive, thunderously illiterate millennial slur. Essentially, such provocations are the rightwing man-boy's contemporary manifestations of longed-for playground assaults like smear-the-queer or tag-the-fag. If we are exceptional at anything it is our capacity to miss (either consciously or nonconsciously) the forest while smashing sticks and smashing sticks and smashing sticks and smashing

Monday, July 09, 2018

A racist, misogynist, homophobic lot of dads, uncles, and boyfriends—direct beneficiaries of the last time the U.S. had high corporate taxes, a commitment to public services and programs, and something of a social safety net (a.k.a. forms of democratic socialism)—have united in brutishly loathing the most open minded and most fucked generation of young citizens. Here's to our critical democratic agents of transformation!

Sunday, July 01, 2018

On October 23, just weeks before the election, Simon & Schuster is proud to release a bold new collection of essays from tireless U.S. truth-teller Tucker Carlson: Why Must These Ni--ers Make Everything About Race? and Other Uncomfortable Questions.

What people are saying:

"I could have said the exact same thing myself."
— Ted Nugent

"This'll blow a piece of hot lead through the baby's pussy skull."
— Ted Nugent

"Finally! For me these are perfectly comfortable questions."
— someone on Internet

Friday, June 29, 2018

No way does the racist demagogue deserve civility or respect. This is a man who made his name among the right wing base stoking racist fears about the most obstructed, most openly reviled sitting president in history. His incessant, patently gleeful language of hate and fear — infestation, invasionrapists, murderers, the worst of the worst — plays into a long history of U.S. racism and xenophobia but represents a terrible, purposeful escalation. There are no two sides to this.

Thursday, June 28, 2018

On October 23, just weeks before the election, Simon & Schuster is proud to release a bold new memoir from the last true American torch-bearer Sean Hannity — Oligarch's Hairline: Old Country Troubles Meet Old Country Answers.

What people are saying:

"The old boy does it again. Makes you really have to see the hard light of day. People have know idea who this man is and what he is capable of. And we're stronger for it."
— James Woods

"Dense, Proud, Patriotic. I thank God every Day that I live within this man's Land. With a man's quick cunning. A man's swift Touch."
— James Woods

"Finally! Real fucking good. Feels like blood just pounding in my hands."
— somebody on Internet

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

selling this Now -- two
fifty M's --- ten
thou, first buyer
call me-
Please















$$10,000

Thursday, June 21, 2018

all space force, no life force

Thursday, June 07, 2018

often i put on rafa
pistola and let play

Friday, June 01, 2018

Do not let monsters make false equivalency: critical reflection about and critical action against white supremacy, racism, patriarchy, and class oppression are not the same as white supremacy, racism, patriarchy, and class oppression.

Centuries of normalized murder are not the same as the radical, hopeful fight for a more equitable, more loving human future.

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Stewart Lupton beat me up. Stewart Lupton slept on my floor. Stewart Lupton stole into my stories, penned pointed rejection slips. I stalked Stewart Lupton. Stewart Lupton was the pungent rock poet of our late western endtime.

I will hire the assassin just to
kill the time. One of these days
I will make this room mine.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

It is a shit world.
But also, sometimes,
in the right light,
it is a shit world.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Dept. of Nude Jokes

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Your adjunct employee.
Our what?
Justin?
Who?

Wednesday, May 09, 2018

From A Nation At 
Risk (1983)

We constructed a no
nonsense solution,
historically necessary,
great for profits, stake
holders, market dom
ination and
if you think about it,
straight out of our
God's mouth: UBM,
Universal Basic
Murder.

Who needs to trans
form history when
it works fucking per
fectly? Everything
else is just political,
dumb blubbering sounds,
red-faced reaching
babies

Nothing saves him who's never loved.
No world is safe in that one's keeping.

—Li-Young Lee, "The Undressing"
(wonderful book here)

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Galoot's Pitch?

What about those jobs
where you do something
bad and make some money?
I only find the ones
you do something bad
and make nothing?
I heard something like I
could kill me and we
would do a lot better?

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Kevin Ford's By The River: Further Downstream is a "supplemental extension of the non-fiction film" that "artfully weaves together a wide variety of extended scenes." You may find some of me in these searching documentations and you may also find some of my poetry read into new lives by Ellar Coltrane. Much love to Ford, Coltrane, and Adrien Brody for opening windows and wormholes.

I hope you are well. I know it's difficult. But it ought not be. Things need not be as they are. You deserve to be happy. We are not in a race, we are not in a market, we are not in a fight. We are human beings and much has conspired to limit our being. Let us value and invest one another, our shared existence, our planet. Rather than endless impossible nightmare tasking let us help each other live for experience and wonder.

Friday, March 16, 2018

I realy had to get something off my CHEST!!!!!!!
So Scuse Me WHILE I kiss the SK!!!!!!
SHARE IF YOU AGREE!!!!!




Tuesday, March 06, 2018




















not really mystery



send help

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Dept. of Nude Jokes

How does anyone do it?

They don't

Friday, February 23, 2018

Note to the deadened:
Sensitivity is a public good.

A society that doesn't
value education
would be bound
to seethe with so many
backseat tyrant-teachers.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

"After a lengthy debate over whether they should employ Ronald McDonald as a clown, a cowboy, or a spaceman, corporate leaders and advertisers settled on the clown Ronald."

"Ninety-six percent of all children, claimed a bogus 'Ronald McDonald Awareness Study' fed to the press, can identify this heroic figure."

— Joe L. Kincheloe, "McDonald's, Power, and Children"

Saturday, February 17, 2018

What's needed is fundamental shift to critical education and holistic, cooperative learning and development (concerned with mind, body, feelings, emotions, cultures, difference, dialogue, access, opportunity, etc etc). The authoritarian, racist discipline/punish ideology is already firmly established, pervasive at every level of society classroom to carceral system, long-rooted in the rah-rah-individualized-killer-versus-the-world worldview. That is the status quo killing us.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

U.S. History

Cowboy kills
everyone but
his Self.

Sunday, February 04, 2018

Paul Ryan could not swallow
a dollar fifty in pennies.
Could I borrow your Costco
heart? Little under water.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

state of the un

Friday, January 26, 2018

Don't just eat a person . . .
Teach them to be eaten.

Friday, January 12, 2018

The United States' economic colonialism, powered by rapacious capitalism and justified by white supremacy, has long aspired to exceptional shit-holes at home, abroad, and across the known universe.

Thursday, January 04, 2018

Thanks to our founding friends at Freekradio. . .

Every episode of Justin Stone's Rookie Night is available now for on-demand listening. You need not even demand. You may listen to other good stuff too, including the By the River podcasts which also contain pieces of me.

I'm told this first season of Rookie Night is

"I wish I could put
my fist through this whole
lousy beautiful town."

"Good guys, bad guys,
made-up words.
It's all a machine, partner.
Live free, don't
join."

"My fist through this whole."

Gravity's Rainbow's Last Jedi

Monday, December 25, 2017

He told the teacher
If you don't like it
get a real job
hahaha.

This is the way
the human ends,
not with a bang
but a hahaha.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Weird to see the hateful
one not win
in the U.S.A.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

I don't understand dogs these days! When I was a dog I just wagged, shit in the bed and then died. I didn't need remote controls, computer manual boxes, lightsabers, jackets, breakfast, dinner, doctors or democratic socialism.

Who remembers???


Friday, December 08, 2017

Best actor
Tim Heidicker

Wednesday, December 06, 2017

Giddy-Up?

I know you're in a big
fucking hurry and fun
awaits you, but I already
picked up my feet.
I'm done
jingling around the clock.
I demand a livable
wage and benefits or your
adventure is finished.

     — Jingle Horse


I own stables of jingle horses.

     — Sleigh Driver


This long night frosts,
cracks

Saturday, December 02, 2017

which time nothing trickles
down do we tear it down

Friday, December 01, 2017

"When I say they who are 'they'?" [Roy Moore] told the clapping congregation. "They're liberals. They don't hold conservative values. They are the lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender who want to change our culture. They are socialists who want to change our way of life and put man above God and the government is our God."

Alongside the capitalist oligarchs they've cultishly hitched, right wing evangelicals are easily our planet's most dangerous extremists.

But all Abrahamist extremists are patriarchal brothers in mutual self-destruction. Rather than pointing His eleventh finger at the other, He needs to see His own shit bloodbed.

Moore continued, "They're the Washington establishment...who don't want to lose their power."

Christ. If only.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

What, Everyone Gets A Hell Trophy???


Much of the recent, resonant Kevin Ford cinematic catalog is now available here on Amazon prime. I appear in the creative documentary By The River, as do many pieces of my poetry/prose read by Ellar Coltrane. In the narrative feature Legs I act alongside Eddie Steeples, Angela Bettis, Jesse Hlubik and others. Legs also features great music by No Surrender and Califone. Both of these very different movies are personal favorites of those I've been lucky to be part of the collective. I also highly recommend The Bomb, Ford's stunning, timely and unfortunately necessary documentary collaboration with Smriti Keshari and Eric Schlosser. One may keep up with Ford's multifaceted good work via the Mo-Freek twitter (I don't like typing that word).

By The River and Legs are also available via Vimeo: You may experience Legs here and By The River here.

Other updates for mom, dad and the hummingbirds: I'm sending out a new poetry/prose collection called The Sky Is Wet (publishers? are you my secret timely reader?), and the new screenplay may have momentum.

Autumn's turning and you know what that means. I love you. Thank you. Please further the good fight, the fight for good. We are in trouble but we can be incredibly resourceful, creative and collaborative.