fall issue. october 2014. <3
Excited to be a part of this bunch!
I thought you were eating stars
I thought you were between jobs
I thought you were between hair
I thought you were sitting straight
I thought you had a jacket on
I thought of you the other day when I saw an old guy in a real pickle
I thought about it, and decided it never mattered
I thought you kept records
I thought you came back to town
Your eyes are a spice-box without pepper and it’s probably missing some other things really, but you can make a good meal without pepper.
I thought you said you were done for
I want to radiate past the clock
I want to radiate past my sexuality
I want to radiate through thought vibrations
I want to radiate past the dead
I want to push further and push hard through it all
I want to push eggs across tables
I want to push, slow, but never stop
I want to stop for lunch
I want to stop for someone I don’t care about
I want to stop because I just feel like it
I want to hold bright stars in my palm
I want to hold onto what I’ve learned
I want to hold onto friends who care enough to be concerned
I want to be concerned about rivers
I want to be concerned about the government
I want to be concerned about anything else really
I want to radiate past all of this and get through it all and come out pushing hard into the throat of God and then really just start communicating with the dead even though the dead is just particles of unconscious dust migrating to arctic poles, creating black veins on blue ice
This book is getting me through the past few weeks. A good friend wrote it. There are dreams of Native Americans. It made me want to look up my family on ancestry.com during a free trial. It doesn’t forget about the past or assume there is no future. But the present is represented with honesty. Few authors can handle that shit.
Anyway, I am looking forward to writing a review.
I am working on the cover of my first novel (or novella, if you will. It is short). This one might stick.
The novel tells the story of Calafou, a young girl who is diagnosed with breast cancer at a statistically impossible young age, and her younger half-brother Amir, as they navigate an abusive relationship with their alcoholic mother during their last summer together on Cape Cod. This is to be added to my project, F L E X, as the story detailing the events leading up the destruction of the universe.
The illustration is by Ephraim Moses Lilien burned together with a Kanizsa Triangle. This is a picture of Moses’ sister, Miriam.
I hope to have this one done soon. Cheers!
The future is going to hit us in the jaw
Some can see it coming
It will not be heaven
It will not be hell
It will not be the present
and that’s all that really matters
Become saturated/own your work —- even if it means a weak resume…..
own your work —- even if no one notices it
saturate your work —————————- no one will own it
own your work/ Become saturated……………………….——————-
Passing through other brains
Hard copies are still available, and still free. E-book is free too! projectf-l-e-x.tumblr.com #freebook #poetry #weirdlit #bitcoin #doyoulikeit
The final product is done! It’s going to be available on the 26th. Find me at the Keep This Bag Away From Children table at the Brooklyn Zine Fest. Bonus apathetic dog modeling the cover. Was going to make a pun about telling all you “bitches” to come and get it, but decided I should take a nap instead.
Read the digital version now: http://projectf-l-e-x.tumblr.com/