Journal and Wise Words From Wise Men

I woke up yesterday morning and said, ” Fuck, it’s April 3rd.” I found my self tracing back the days on my calender to make sure none of em had snuck by without me noticing. Sure enough: On Monday I went to class, got high at the pool, took a nap and got drunk playing [...]

This Crazy Shit

     This age is plagued with sluts enslaved by what the t.v promises and engrossed with what it portrays. However above it’s influence there’s another layer to life that can only be found in the places the sluts and junkies rarely go. In the spaces which are hard to reach. In between the thoughts you [...]

Patches #1

Hello, Patches. Through my eyes and under your influence I’ve seen the world shift and mutate around me for the past 3 days. Days which have left me dry and worn; worn by the weight of my mistakes, dry from the realization that I’ve used all the resources and fall back plans I set aside [...]

My Other Home

For the past 5 weeks I’ve been back home, on winter vacation from Arizona State University. Now, in 5 days I’ll be going back there. And I’ve recently had to say goodbye to a girl whom I learned to love here, at home. Or, I suppose, my other home. Anyway, it was five minutes ago, [...]

Young Amnesia

           Through the open front door of my childhood home my father trudged, his shoulders heavy and his eyes to the floor. I asked him why he was so solemn, and he told me he had been diagnosed with Glaucoma. At some point, maybe soon, he would lose his vision.      I’ve [...]

Gallup, New Mexico.

Like static in your ears silencing the world, the scene against the horizon envelops your mind, and renders all else meaningless. The mesas boldly face the sunset, looking like old leather hide Indians, stone faced. And amongst these towering, flat rocks are scattered, sallow shit towns whose population consisted of generations of families inbred into [...]

Dylan Duncan

By 5 o clock I sat in an old, white plastic chair, writing with the light of the blazing red sunset. The air was ripe with a cacauphony of crickets and birds chirping, beetles buzzing and lonely packs of coyotes and rabbits struggling to survive. I was armed against the bats and snakes and scorpions with [...]