February 2012
20 posts
Austin Nights Kindle Goes Free
Hi,
Tomorrow & Thursday my novel, Austin Nights, will be free on amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004M8S60C/
Here’s the blurb:
Bridget had a fierce desire for survival which made her a fighter. Michael had a hankering after immortality which made him a useless dreamer. And that was the great difference between these two Austin transplants who loved each other so well.
For...
britticisms:
“The Fall” by Frankie Rose
Just...
Excerpt From Austin Nights
We hug each other around the waist and face north, wildflowers growing all around us, trees growing taller than the wildflowers, and glassy skyscrapers growing taller than the trees, and we understand why so many people love it here.
Austin, you seem to have it all.
Rare photos of the old and the dead →
So I can imagine and remember
Divan Days
The women are talking in Spanish downstairs. They’re mopping the floors and dusting the counters with rags, making the air in this big house smell clean. Both have eyes the color of leaves capable of bearing fruit, both clean houses for a living, one house every day of the week, five houses total. And the money is on the table for them to take before they leave. Sixty-five dollars cash: a...
“Art is sickness and stupidity is another name for health”
– Colin Wilson
“I have grown used to the fact that almost everything can mean many things, but...”
– The Engineer of Human Souls, Josef Skvorsky
sigur ros
water, rain, how i love you. no i don’t take you for granted. no i don’t hiss at you. water, i love you. rain, i love you. make the land green. give me pleasure. let me feel like i’m high up in the mountains, somewhere in central colombia, walking around while everyone is stuck in traffic.
January 2012
10 posts
Music
Fuck this I want to write. The time is correct.
I could’ve rhymed right there. I didn’t.
Drink whiskey, Michael, go try and figure it out.
All that’s on the mind is all that’s on the mind.
Write that again and again.
All that’s on the mind is all that’s.
No.
Don’t do that.
plain wrap: michael davidson, a magic truffle,... →
plainwrap:
michael davidson, a magic truffle, lets plain wrap get to know him better. this is the fifty-eighth installment of plain wrap’s interview series in which plain wrap interviews all its facebook friends. thank you, michael davidson.
1. Tell us about yourself?
1. Thank you for asking Plain Wrap….
Krammer Abrahams at matchbook!
matchbooklitmag:
A doozie for you today:
boots walking in america bought some new boots by Krammer Abrahams
at matchbook
for real.
You’ve maybe been waiting for something like this.
December 2011
17 posts
Merry Christmas
Christmas has already run its course but the tree is still decorated.
With no one else around Joel sits in front of the tree and begins to cry.
He looks at a gold star.
He looks at a silver snowflake.
He looks at a red angel.
Each ornament glitters.
Each ornament is suspended from a paperclip hook.
Joel digs for the strongest fan in the closet. He plugs it in and turns it on high.
The tree...
“It’s becoming harder to fight off the idea that art is best as a benign...”
– Ken Baumann
“Interesting fact: the name Roger derives from Old Norse, where it meant...”
– CAT
Flow By JMoe
To all my Saint Rows warriors
This is how we do it
We make a move and act a fool
While we up in the school
We don’t listen to the teacher
We tell her to shut up
We don’t like doing work
Work is boring
We stay on our grind
We make money doing what we do
We don’t like school
First I start with math
Then I start with science
We don’t like that bullshit
Because...
“robert herrick upon the nipples of julia”
– adam smith
Guns Don't Kill People
When he looked at me and spoke I wasn’t prepared for what he said.
His words choked me up.
They jolted me awake more than the cup of coffee I forgot at home.
“I holded a gun at someone before. I didn’t pull the trigger but I holded it at his face.”
I started to tell him he shouldn’t do that.
But then I stopped and corrected his grammar.
“And it’s...
“words are good for two things: writing & scrabble”
– anonymous
Birth of Tragedy
Ernest Pipe sat inside the moving car during his lunch break and felt stoned even though he had only drank a thermos of freshly ground free-trade coffee.
He was a passenger in the car. The driver looked like a British comedian. His name was Omari.
“I think that’s my girlfriend in the car behind us,” said Omari. “I’m pretty sure it is.”
Ernest Pipe twisted his neck around to look at the girl.
...
November 2011
23 posts
When I Get Home
The hole in the sidewalk is still there, my foot still twists
The puppy is still gated in the kitchen when I get home
He wants to be scooped up, he wants to lick my face
I put on the leash, take him downstairs to his patch of grass
I say, “Go potty”, he goes potty
I say, “Go poop”, he goes poop
I untie a green bag from around the leash, stick my hand in it
The boy...