wasn't even sure what I looked like anymore. Before I got sober, I remember staring at selfies taken on a Motorola Cliq. The grainy images blown up on an HP laptop. Black bags under my eyes, sallow flesh on a sad expression. Who even are you…

with an innocent face. He made about eighty dollars and tried to give me half. I told him to keep it, for the veterans. I was not interested in money, and this was not a circus gig, I was doing the lord's work, and I didn't mean Jesus, I meant…

Having hot flashes every day for a year, they were panic attacks, they were a manifestation of a superpower, they were an excuse for how I was coming to meet the world as a newly adulthood knighted man. I longed to disintegrate. Seeking out intellectual…

My mother's house was on a partially isolated plot of land adjacent to a highway, but situated down a long, muddy dirt driveway. There was one neighboring house occupied by a neighbor family I had known my whole life. They, however, were about…

clock to wake up at nine am is a sign of depression. So, I picked up this plastic analog alarm clock and felt it go silent in my grasp. I dropped it, falling fastly back asleep. When I woke up in the afternoon to prepare for another night of kevlar…

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Everblazing Musician Eeflat gives us Esosa a vibe that will quiz your thought that (Who is Esosa) Music: Eeflat - Esosa (Who is Esosa) Music: Eeflat - Esosa (Who is Esosa)

Kazoo (from The Bob Moog Foundation) with loads o' reverb. Submitted to Sound-In "In Six" for 1-7/6/2023.

A guitar and dobro played simultaneously , sort of. Inspired by Debashish Battacharya

Another for the Neon Brainiacs Podcast Unofficial OST, which is an attempt to write a song inspired (no matter how loosely) by the film covered on each episode. This week was Friday the 13th from 1980 and this interpretation pulls some of the…

Here is my third contribution to the MN Songwriters Challenge: Write and record these three concepts. A stranger comes to your door, and/or…. You find a class ring along a river bed, and/or..… You get a phone call in the middle of the…

Lipograph Neutrinos fall through matter like shadow. Velvet lips twtch. Graveled edges blown onto dry stone capillaries, a knife out of water. Compressr/sustainr expresses sounds roundr, explicit – rattle the quakng…

DISTINCTION after INTIMACY by Ada Limón I detected in Almanac of the Dead, a clear, severe irony erupt between the limited author and a boundless conceit— the way whiteness codifies a lack of differences, of detailed vision…

Ain't Even Snowflakes fall into your ears. They are just heavier than air – just. Crystal forms melt on warm lithic bodies. Nostalgia wants us sickly. Nothing ever was real but once, and you blinked. Done tried to relive over…

Bite Your Tongue After: Of Silence. Drowned the Sound of Your Retreat by Jennifer Elise Foerster That was one way to let go, what identity borne in discussions of cats passed, by this cupboard of shadows scattered dusk-bound. The…

The Time Given –Where is it that fills the deepness I feel? You will say I'm not Robin the Hood, but how could I hide from top to foot, that I lost something in the hills? – Sibylle Baier, I Lost Something in the Hills I do alright by forgiveness…

That Day Came Someone married their car. They found great joy in the way some parts of it were proud and others shy, and vibrations of the revving engine. They added aftermarket ground effects to increase its sex appeal. The owner’s manual…

Crystal Cups A jet flies in overhead for a landing. Engines make a lonely call as they strip down the air. Notes descend – plaintive whine to resigned hum. Soon, they'll be on the ground. these unknown people having traveled…

Don't listen to the brochures 1 I would see this rock, poking up through the melting clapboard, shingle, stucco, at the end of the House Age. All you see is a cliff, keep driving. The area is still very scenic, in spite of the missing icon…