For those following still following this blog, I am concentrating on a serialized fantasy fiction:
Scrawl: A Serial Dungeon Crawl
Sanctum's Porch
Welcome to this virtual porch in New Orleans. Grab a drink and enjoy the musings, thoughts, observations. Just sit and let the world drift by...
Monday, April 01, 2013
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Slow Morning
On my third cup of tea, the morning moving rather slow, endless in its expanse before twelve. Something is coming overhead, over this rusted tin roof, a storm, darkening the will and mesmerizing the movement of things. And there it is, the blackened cast iron rain that darkens all things and slams against the pavement for hours at a time, blue promptly following with a clear vengeful heat that fills the lungs like a vacuum. Simmering heat from the street-skillet. Look up, look up and do not see relief until September. But in these hours an iron pot smolders with oil and a thousand past meals, past lives in the soul of my kitchen. And the wave engulfs me up here. Oh the thrill of pounding rain, the plants are satiated and the will is pushed to nothing, saying briskly, "can't do that its raining". Alas it feels as if it has been raining for 2 months.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
KISAB esq.
to (not for) Monica,
If you have any questions,
please refer them to my supreme lawyer,
KARMA,
And beware
for she is a 9-armed
blue-skinned
goddess of death right now.
Her breast line swooped
with a necklace of men's heads,
she cut's a path with 9 fists
wielding razor sharp machetes.
Riding the revolutions
she comes around
after something goes around.
a forgotten backlash
A boomerang of fate,
a return to sender of doom,
always served on a cold dish
Blindfolded and smiling
she crushes plaintiffs
with her sandaled feet,
toes painted black.
Her march a swing,
her stare, of stone;
wide turquoise haunches
clearing my path.
Yes, this is my attorney,
and she is
a frenzied, tattooed,
razor toothed,
BITCH
If you have any questions,
please refer them to my supreme lawyer,
KARMA,
And beware
for she is a 9-armed
blue-skinned
goddess of death right now.
Her breast line swooped
with a necklace of men's heads,
she cut's a path with 9 fists
wielding razor sharp machetes.
Riding the revolutions
she comes around
after something goes around.
a forgotten backlash
A boomerang of fate,
a return to sender of doom,
always served on a cold dish
Blindfolded and smiling
she crushes plaintiffs
with her sandaled feet,
toes painted black.
Her march a swing,
her stare, of stone;
wide turquoise haunches
clearing my path.
Yes, this is my attorney,
and she is
a frenzied, tattooed,
razor toothed,
BITCH
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Editing
The 5 cousins are gathering here in Miami, but I feel the feel to edit. Thus with this flash drive, I can take the novel and other vital papers anywhere. Editing now, as we speak.
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