Category Archives: The Attic

Come Whip the Earth!

Now as the world outside was flooding, there inside that house once called the Old Manor slept The Extra with his wife. She slept with her mouth open. Into her mouth and past her teeth, down her trachea, entering her left lung, as she took a breath, through the membrane of her alveoli, her bloodstream, a small arteriole, a sliver-of-a-river,

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October 4th, 2016

I keep trying to convince myself that social media is worth my creative attention.  It’s not. I had an instagram, I planned for a twitter. And maybe I am sentencing myself to remain uncurrent, but there is something about the whole scene that puts me on edge. I can’t help but see it as performance art and I hate performing.

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