Dreams, roots, and red.

Welcome to the deep of the dark, May 5, this year. I was just home from three weeks spent dashing between Seattle, Hawaii, and L.A. for assorted reasons and purposes. My bags slouched heavy where I dropped them by the front door; a neat stack of empty takeout containers on the kitchen counter from a […]

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It’s nearly 2 a.m. I think I was kicked awake by something large passing through my dreams. A shape, that’s all I can remember, as though I were treading water in the warm Mediterranean and looked down at something enormous quietly parting the sea beneath me, shoving aside the bioluminescent phytoplankton like a bouncer crossing the pit – CBDR! (Constant Bearing, Decreasing Range) …


Bleating Hearts

In the dream, I was doing a favor for Billy Dee Williams. At 79 years, he was getting tired of being harassed by an obnoxious Star Wars fan in a Greedo mask who kept demanding that Williams drink Colt 45 with him and answer inane questions about Cloud City. I offered to meet the fan […]

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The gutters of the subways full of spent phone cards and burner phones… swarms of MacBooks in coffee houses piloted by barefoot hipsters dressed fashionably poor while sporting thousands of dollars in tattoo flash like racing team coveralls.

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