Justin Stone's creekbed

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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

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

"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

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


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,

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.

Wednesday, November 08, 2017

Yes, you're a magical magic artist but did you vote? Speak? Act?

Sunday, November 05, 2017

The office Shortstop
Couldn't catch Insurance

Wednesday, November 01, 2017

LensCrafters live-action email tapping my dreadfulest anxietyfear


I had no care benefits


These glasses were always
dirty and scratched the day
I walked out of the store


___'re gone

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Getting back out there. Available NOW for office parties, birthday,s, pic-nics, data entry, substitute, writing. Needs insurance. Plz share. Been a long road, thnx

Saturday, October 21, 2017

"shadow boxing
when I heard you on the radio,
ungh —
I just don't know"

Monday, October 16, 2017

Awed and necessarily discomforted by the speaking out, the truth to power. The structures that control our lives like patriarchy and white supremacy, especially their insidious, day to day, moment to moment impacts on individual lives, individual agency and safety and worth and access, go too often unexamined, unremarked. Thanks for the bravery, the force to examine and, hopefully, correct.

Wednesday, October 04, 2017

Thing: dumb arcane conspiracy theories when for millennia white supremacy, patriarchy and massed capital have non-secretly controlled everything.

We are doomed.
We are d
oom. The Golfing

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Right wing media, which typically worship the ideas of "wealth" and "privilege" and can see their practitioners doing no wrong, slur these terms as pejorative when aimed at black folks. But that's probably just by chance.

I wish folks spent time with texts other than sports events, but the sheer visibility of such a text, coupled with the fact it's the only one many people consider, even passively, makes its subversion valuable. Powerful writing, friends. Powerful action.

And here's to the breathless couch commando following through on his threat to turn off the television. Maybe open a book of literature? History?

The right wing and Trump wishes every rhetorical situation was the stump in Racebait, Alabama but that it was still a closed text. Thus, I fear, they will begin terrible war soon.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

One of my short stories was selected semifinalist in American Short Fiction's Fiction Prize. I love this practice, this craft, this life process — the wondrous intersection of reading, writing, learning, being. I will work always to realize more effectively, more vividly.

Ignorant, racist wannabe-strongmen use ignorant, racist wannabe-strongmen appeals.

Being a citizen means working with and for others, seeking always better, more effective solutions for a complex common good. Thus, being a citizen requires boundless empathy, listening and paying attention, reading and learning, problem seeing and problem solving, reaching, boundless creativity. Being a citizen is neither the closed worship of superficial jingoism nor racist, nationalistic scapegoating and fearmongering.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Went to woodshed,
never came back.

The dream keeps
escaping at dawn.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

We only interrupt our regularly scheduled suffering to die. 

One can couch the following in aphorisms about the all-glorious market or one can call it what it is: murder —

"Today, people in the highest-income counties in America live, on average, 20 years longer than people residing in the poorest counties. There are a number of reasons for that disgraceful reality, but one of them has to do with grossly unequal access to quality healthcare.

If you are upper-income and have good insurance, you got to the doctor on a regular basis, and life-threatening illnesses can be detected at an early stage when they can be effectively treated. If you are a working-class person without health insurance, or with high deductibles that keep you out of a doctor's office when you're sick, your chances of survival from a serious illness are significantly reduced.

[...] should lower-income and working-class people have shorter and less healthy lives because they cannot afford the healthcare and medicine they need?

In my view, the moral answer is an emphatic No!" 

[more from Senator Bernie Sanders]

Friday, September 08, 2017

There has to have already been an indie or punk rock band called Paxl Rose, right? I cannot muster an internet search. I cannot muster.

You know where you are?

You're in the ju


Friday, August 25, 2017

The Final Room

We were a deeply confused people. He said it was a little room right behind his, nobody had been murdered there in a few days, and we were good to go.

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.

Lesser Sun Blots

They encourage you to continue
not looking at anything today.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Almost tried to work and be to something else today, but I can't quit Sun Kil Moon.

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.

Friday, August 11, 2017

Ok, THIS just too- Gren goblin! rare- 10000 g's- first come serve       PM me asap PLZ!

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Steve king's it now in tv! Get your own eyes first- but no reading lol. u can see it- $20'0000 first bid. DP me plz ASAP     if I don't go back right away I'm

Selling. Imediately. Now. $10,0000 each. U can see what they R.
#finaldays #finalofer #nochecks
AM me ASAP plz

"please stop saying yassss"

—nobody's friend

Sunday, August 06, 2017

Lincoln's desecrated corpse quietly cries blood
(all our history-less, human-less endeavor)

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Weird! At 3:32 am this morning, President Donald J. Trump tweeted, then quickly deleted, the following:

"'Well, if you need it . . . I . . . ,' Mitya muttered, and having sat down on the bed, he began taking his socks off. He felt unbearably awkward: everyone else was dressed, and he was undressed, and—strangely—undressed, he himself seemed to feel guilty before them, and, above all, he was almost ready to agree that he had indeed suddenly become lower than all of them, and that they now had every right to despise him. 'If everyone is undressed, it's not shameful, but when only one is undressed and the others are all looking—it's a disgrace!' flashed again and again through his mind. 'It's like a dream, I've dreamed of being disgraced like this.' But to take his socks off was even painful for him: they were not very clean, nor were his underclothes, and now everyone could see it. And above all he did not like his own feet; all his life for some reason he had found both his big toes ugly, especially the right one with its crude, flat toenail, somehow curved under, and now they would all see it. This unbearable shame suddenly made him, deliberately now, even more rude. He tore his shirt off.
      'Would you like to look anywhere else, if you're not ashamed to?'"

Sunday, July 02, 2017

"In the deep darkness, the iron door of the prison suddenly opens, and the old Grand Inquisitor himself slowly enters carrying a lamp. He is alone, the door is immediately locked behind him. He stands in the entrance and for a long time, for a minute or two, gazes into his face. At last he quietly approaches, sets the lamp on the table, and says to him: 'Is it you? You?' But receiving no answer, he quickly adds: 'Do not answer, be silent. After all, what could you say? I know too well what you would say. And you have no right to add anything to what you already said once. Why, then, have you come to interfere with us? For you have come to interfere with us and you know it yourself. But do you know what will happen tomorrow? I do not know who you are, and I do not want to know: whether it is you, or only his likeness; but tomorrow I shall condemn you and burn you at the stake as the most evil of heretics, and the very people who today kissed your feet, tomorrow, at a nod from me, will rush to heap the coals up around your stake, do you know that? Yes, perhaps you do know it,'  he added, pondering deeply, never for a moment taking his eyes from his prisoner [...] 'You look at me meekly and do not deign even to be indignant with me. Know, then, that now, precisely now, these people are more certain than ever before that they are completely free, and at the same time they themselves have brought us their freedom and obediently laid it our feet. It is our doing, but is it what you wanted? This sort of freedom?'"

— from Ivan Karamazov's poem about Trump hosting Jesus

Dostoevsky, Fyodor. The Brothers Karamazov. Translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1990.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

The Republican Senate has delayed the vote on their inhumane "health care" bill. No doubt this is due to the pressure of people, especially real action by warriors such as ADAPT. Now is the time to keep the pressure up, and you can help, you can act. Please call your Republican senator today and ask him to vote no on their so-called health care bill (one more money windfall for the very richest). We should be expanding programs such as Medicaid and Medicare, not gutting and vilifying them. Why this endless war on the working and poor? The Republicans have sabotaged the first-step Affordable Care Act from its inception, the way they've steadily sabotaged public education and other vital public programs (not that modern Dems have done much to counteract). Rather than purposefully destruct our most important public endeavors, we need to develop and build. We need to invest in people, empower people. We can enact humane and effective single-payer healthcare for all. We ought not be moving backwards on health, opportunity and access for all people.

More, call your Democrats and urge them to stand for something besides money and military industrialism. 

Power's greatest fear is healthy, educated, equal, active and engaged people. It does everything it can to stymie people on each of these fronts. 

But you can help. You can act.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Ancient comments section, instant criticism, and colonial attitudes and desecration from the tomb of Ramesses VI:

"___________ was here."
"I visited and did not like anything except the sarcophagus!"
"I admired!"
"___________ was here."
"I can not read the hieroglyphs!"
"Why do you care that you can not read the hieroglyphs, I do not understand your concern!"
"___________ was here."
"I can not read this writing!"

The viral video features a sentient being suffering a nervous or psychotic break.

Monday, June 19, 2017

I posted a new batch of old song demos over at the Justin Stone Soundcloud page. These worn friends weren't going anywhere anytime soon and needed some air. Raw, rough, discordant, searching. I'm glad I got these down when I did, though the whole works keep evolving.

Carry song, friends.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Reason #1 Republicans don't
worry: people don't

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Religious extremists protesting their poor understanding of religious extremism.

We would be a better planet if every Abrahamist began His protest at the mirror, the voice box, the authoritative discourse.

Monday, June 05, 2017

Only one country, brave enough TO stand up FOR GoOD OIL man. Praise god! I got picked to REPESENT power...Not people!

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Phishing scammers are terrible writers, readers, editors — yet folks get hooked by these texts all the time. Obviously we possess dismal media and technological literacies, but broad critical reading and comprehension literacy is the bigger concern.

The following phishing email is a gem for many reasons, but a special kicker is the dark, ironic, baffling final line "Thank you for your comprehension." Note the first-person voice confiding terror, note the random capitalizations: "We have faced some problems with your account, So Please update your account details." The author speaks to our illiterate, inchoate fears: No one wants to be "Temporary Limited" or de-activated. Just parse the email's title by reading aloud slowly and carefully (the single best writing and reading advice): "Statement account be is available log-in re-activated." The words do not say anything.

This email scam employs familiar, gross xenophobia and racism: Someone in "Mexico" with an "unknown device" has tried to reset your password.  You have been "accessed" and "locked" up. These dark others seek to "disable" you "permanently." Again, just read aloud slowly and carefully: "For security reason, your Apple account was locked until we hear from your." Also note the email address from which this "Apple" missive was sent: "verifications-accescostumers.com" — acces costumers? An account definitely needs to be verified, but not your account. Do not click. Do not ever click.

Note the recurring use of the 24-hour timeline, a shitty genre television and movie trope. "You Have 24hours To Solve The Problem." Something awful, something horrible looms but you have a slight agency. Act now or you will no longer be able "to enjoy all the benefits." And what are all the benefits we're enjoying? A recurring theme of these texts is the warning that something personal and abstract is about to be lost: freedom, mobility, access, benefits. Turns out these folks are just standard consumer capitalists pitching their products to our marked fear and loss.

It is true that "we have faced some problems . . . So Please" read carefully, critically. Read widely, open-mindedly. Read, read, read. It is a necessary process, a practice to be continually developed. You can start today. Read for pleasure, experience, wisdom. Enjoy all the benefits. The related processes of effective reading, writing, and learning are more than other products we could choose, if we wished, from a lurid buffet of products; these processes are integral to our human being-ness, to our shared, constantly changing existence, to our mutual growth and sustainability. We are getting turned off reading, writing, and learning, and the results will not be good.

We will disable permanently.

Thank you for your comprehension.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Kevin Ford and Ellar Coltrane's creative documentary By The River is now available to buy or rent via Vimeo On Demand: https://vimeo.com/ondemand/bytheriver.

Many pieces of my poetry appear, read by Ellar over the course of the narrative, and I do too. A unique work. Many thanks to Kevin and Ellar for making us part of this good project and for carrying fire.

From Vimeo: "By The River is a an experimental feature length documentary following a young man (Ellar Coltrane, Boyhood) as he travels cross-country on a train gathering sounds and recording conversations about life, creativity, and personal growth with people he meets along the way. Featuring original music by Don PiperCalifoneand poetry by Justin David Stone. Also available with purchase, two bonus features: Further Downstream is a one hour companion film made up of additional scenes from the movie and By The River - Lomokino is a seven minute short film collage on a hand-cranked 35 mm camera."

"For an even deeper dive, please check out the official By The River Podcast, featuring extended conversations from the film, as well as original music by Brian Dillon and Michael Barnhart. Available free on iTunes: itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/by-the-river/id1165151456?mt=2"

Filmmaker Richard Linklater said, "So searching and feeling . . . the film is a brave and sincere attempt at communication."

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Department of Nude Jokes

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Ghost who?

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Selling this Ninetendo games TV for $10,000 or $15,000 — it don't work and its dirty but you can see what it is — Nothing included — many hours were spent etc — contact me please   soon

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

In the United States having
insurance was often like not
having insurance but
they told you you were fucked.

We could not remember the Dead
Meat Silence of Independence.

Monday, May 08, 2017

re-vision — never finished

Friday, May 05, 2017

Republican Evangelical Terrorists

murderers celebrating murder
and money—they love
this rich vengeful god shit

Monday, May 01, 2017

"We regret to inform you that you are not an empath. Yes, you feel bad a lot, but you are caged in subjectivity, performance, and consumerism. Please feel free to try again."

So bad at these :(

Friday, April 28, 2017

"Benjamin, on the contrary, was perfectly at home, and ate a lettuce leaf."

Potter, Beatrix. "The Tale of Benjamin Bunny." A Treasury of Peter Rabbit and Other Stories. New York: Avenel, 1978.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

When I toweled the top of my reheated pizza slice—miracle of miracles!—the grease stain gathered in the likeness of our great leader! Very presidential!

The first of you evangelicals, white supremacists, war criminals, oligarchs, CEOs, terrorists, or evangelical white-supremacist war-criminal oligarch CEO terrorists to message me a sweet cash-money offer could hang this portrait in your living room, game room, slave quarters, or coffin by next week.

#pizzagate #realDonaldTrump #cash-money #extinction

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

U.S. headlines on April 25, 2017 

Many condominiums for sale, rent at Chicago's Trump Tower (Fox News)

State Department website removes article touting history of Trump's Mar-A-Lago estate (Washington Post)

'Flabbergasted' DWTS Contestants React to Heather & Maks 'Shocking' Elimination: 'The Whole Thing Stinks' (People)

USS Michigan nuclear sub heads to South Korea (CNN)

The thing about the nightmare is how quiet it is (anonymous)

Monday, April 24, 2017

1. The internet is a horrible creature
2. I am disgusted by Laura Derm
3. No, I didn't make the list

Thursday, April 20, 2017

I am heartened my short story "Gateway to the Rest" was a finalist in Glimmer Train's Short Story Award for New Writers. You may see the list of winners and finalists hereGlimmer Train is a great literary journal, Susan and Linda are strong editors/readers, and it's nice know the work means something to someone. I feel a bit old to be in the running for anything called new, but such is the complex nature of literary fiction, late blooming, and life. The work continues. "Gateway to the Rest" remains in revision and I hope one day it finds a place to be, where you might read. A whole body of new stories and poems are in revision, searching for places to be.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

"And while Mr. Jeremy sat disconsolately on the edge of his boat—sucking his sore fingers and peering down into the water—a much worse thing happened . . ."

Potter, Beatrix. "The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher." A Treasury of Peter Rabbit and Other Stories. New York: Avenel, 1978.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

The Son of All Bombs (SOAB)

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Beyond titillation:
The Biggest One

death, sex, white
supremacy and branding

Thursday, April 06, 2017

When the contingent employee
falls in the gone forest
nobody makes or hears
a sound but she.

Friday, March 31, 2017

Mike Pence eats women

Sunday, March 26, 2017


"We're having the meeting tonight at what we affectionately call the Southern White House. Seems to be the most convenient location. Everybody always wants to go to the Southern White House." (source)

Sunday, March 19, 2017

"I don't have time to read the bullshit intellectuals write. All those poems and novels [...] I don't have time for that, or for seeing movies, or listening to music, or going to the ballet or to the cockfights. And I've never trusted artists. They're spineless and have no sense of honor, they tend to be traitors or are very servile [...] But there's one exception. A speech you gave seven years ago. At the Fine Arts, when you were inducted into the Academy of the Language. Do you remember it?"

The little man had turned even brighter red. He radiated an exalted light of indescribable joy:

" 'God and Trujillo: A Realistic Interpretation,' " he murmured, lowering his lids.

"I've read it many times," said the high-pitched, mellifluous voice of the Benefactor. "I know whole paragraphs by heart, like poems [...] 'A bold, energetic will that supports, in the march of the Republic toward the fulfillment of its destiny, the protective benevolence of supernatural forces,' " Trujillo recounted with half-closed eyes. " 'God and Trujillo: here, in synthesis, is the explanation, first of the survival of the nation, and second, of the present-day flourishing of Dominican life.' "

He opened his eyes and gave a melancholy sigh. Balaguer, made even smaller by the gratitude, listened in rapture.

"Do you still believe that God passed the baton to me? That He delegated to me the responsibility of saving this country?" he asked with an indefinable mixture of irony and interest.

"More than I did then, Excellency," replied the delicate, clear voice. "Trujillo could not have carried out this superhuman mission without transcendental help. You have been, for this nation, an instrument of the Supreme Being."

"Too bad those asshole bishops haven't heard the news," Trujillo said with a smile. "If your theory is true, I hope God makes them pay for their blindness."

--Excerpted from The Feast of the Goat by Mario Vargas Llosa, translated from the Spanish by Edith Grossman

Thursday, March 16, 2017

If you were designing a world of humans, and you were God, I would wish the design more intelligent.

Monday, March 13, 2017

History's Worst Road Buddy Movie:

"Igor Sechin (head of Russian state oil company Rosneft, de facto second most powerful figure inside the Kremlin, ex-KGB) . . . has said that one of his ambitions is to 'ride the roads in the United States on motorcycles with [Secretary of State] Tillerson.'" (source)

The Road Prequel
Butcher Cassidy and the Silenced Kids
Two-Lane Blacksite
Some Like Them Shot
Planes, Trains and Autoerotic Asphyxiation
Thelma & Wheezing
Bandit and the Bandit
Mad Max: Make America Great Again
Perish, Taxless
Pain Man
Motel, Oligarchy
Nationalist Goon's Annihilation
Midnight Trump 

Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Zen DP Steve Yedlin with a timely question:

If intuition gives you a blind hunch, next step is?
a. Confidently decide that it's true.
b. Investigate whether evidence supports it.

reactive leaps and logical
fallacies that follow

Monday, February 27, 2017

"They get us, all right, we're all lonely, needy, disrespected, desperate to believe in any sorry imitation of belonging they want to sell us . . . We're being played, Maxi, and the game is fixed, and it won't end till the Internetthe real one, the dream, the promiseis destroyed."

I'd slept on Bleeding Edge, Pynchon's latest, but it's a terrific, necessary novel.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

I wish every one all at once could read and know this novel
matterlightblooming phenomena

Monday, February 13, 2017

Instead of a "ruthless war" on "crime" (and other murderous distractions), how about schools, healthcare and 21st century jobs? Economic justice. Spiritual justice. The things a self aware, forward thinking country would do. It would be so easy to lift each other up.

Monday, January 30, 2017

Ah, Old Hickory. Old Indian Killer. His horse shit in the White House. 

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Someone told me he still wasn't sure about this new one from President Human Garbage and the Murder Whistles of the Right Wing. I guess there's no accounting for taste or racism.

Friday, January 27, 2017

Hugs, bro. Take a chillax. Everything's going to be fine [for monied white people], right?

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

One final crunch of these numbers:

47% - Did not vote
27% - Voted for somebody named Clinton
25% - Voted for somebody named Trump

The mandate is clear: Crumble into the ocean. Soon. Seriously. The waves cannot soon enough swallow the sound of us.

Friday, January 20, 2017

Pretty worried about my NEA grant application for the "Your God is an Asshole" project

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Too late. We will not
recover from the long ruination
of public education. They have
prosecuted this quiet,
merciless war since the civil
rights movement

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Sun salutations and the first
day of class, renewing
a sense of purpose in the universe

Wednesday, January 04, 2017

Happy Raketen-Stadt! Winning!

Thursday, December 22, 2016

One of the throbbing universe of perfect paragraphs in Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow:

"It is the purest form of European adventuring. What's it all been for, the murdering seas, the gangrene winters and starving springs, our bone pursuit of the unfaithful, midnights wrestling with the Beast, our sweat become ice and our tears pale flakes of snow, if not for such moments as this: the little converts flowing out of eye's field, so meek, so trusting--how shall any craw clench in fear, any recreant cry be offered in the presence of our blade, our necessary blade? Sanctified now they will feed us, sanctified their remains and droppings fertilize our crops. Did we tell them 'Salvation'? Did we mean a dwelling forever in the City? Everlasting life? An earthly paradise restored, their island as it used to be given them back? Probably. Thinking all the time of the little brothers numbered among our own blessings. Indeed, if they save us from hunger in this world, then beyond, in Christ's kingdom, our salvations must be, in like measure, inextricable. Otherwise the dodoes would be only what they appear in the world's illusory light--only our prey. God could not be that cruel."

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Remember: many people voted for Robin to die

Thursday, December 01, 2016

How come nobody told me the Chekhov stories were so good?

Somebody did

Friday, November 18, 2016


Friday, November 11, 2016

to sit
and think
all the way
through something

the sun cut
me on the sidewalk
and I
made a river

Friday, September 30, 2016

Dear USA,

Is your truck big enough?

The body in the parking lot

Friday, September 23, 2016

I'd counted on the young Hond Solo gig but don't worry about me I probably won't lay down forever. I'm putting up a new live-action script-novel flash-poetry-fiction performance/confession/fantasy piece. Changing gears, changing management, changing everything.

Saturday, July 09, 2016

our well-armed nightmare



Wednesday, June 08, 2016

I am terribly under-read.
I read.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Only in books. Only in a few books.

Wednesday, May 04, 2016

Falling faster than the joke.

Friday, April 29, 2016

I lost every authenticity
Contest I ever entered.