I stick a match stabbed the middle of my eye Squinting… and wincing… and winking… I strike it and watch it burn down… to the licking… lapping… wick… of my self It sputters and splinters and sizzles out And without evidence continues something more

If paint were left to dry… If imagination only a lie… If the whole world was to bleed from its seams… …the director left behind the scenes… Alas… Viva la resistance… …it dreams… …the beginnings… …and ends… …of things…

JTK’s Dream Diary – January 20th, 2009 My back hurts. My fingertips, stressed beyond their limits, are chafed and bruised. I cannot feel my legs, yet I see them standing underneath me. As Rachel’s father and I set down a sofa, the final piece, there is a collective sigh of completion and the obligatory smiles […]

It is, normally, quite hard to think of something nice to say about George W. Bush. With his departure fast approaching, it is…very…very…easy to think of a long list of horrible, horrible things to say about George W. Bush. However, I find that this IS in fact the only nice thing to say about W. […]