Pursuing an Art in a Poor Country Full of Morons

Making a living from art is really hard in a country where people decorate their home with cheap garbage from Hobby Lobby and T.J. Maxx. A century ago people’s most prized possessions were nice things made by artists. Photographs, lamps, armoires, paintings, sculptures, and jewelry were the nice things. People who still like that stuff…

“Propaganda has absolutely nothing to do with truth.”

The Nazis are on the march. These marchers like the suffragette marchers, civil rights marchers, gay pride marchers, and Nazis of the past won’t be defeated by violence on the streets. America is in an ideological and cultural war, where the right side of history is slowly winning. The “left” as the white supremacists and…

Leaving Giant Footprints

It’s really hard being a poor American and a nature lover living in a way that doesn’t contribute to the collective footprint on the environment of the world. You can be a vegan and you can walk everywhere and live in a cardboard box and you’re still playing into the industrialized global destruction of the…

Fucking Rich People

You grew up poor and you’re going to die poor like generations before you. Capitalism was created by a man who believed compassion was a natural human feeling. The truth is people are cannibals, rapists, narcissists, predators, and status junkies. The truth is capitalism leaves room for advancement by only the most exceptional of people….

The Fairies

You can walk into the woods alone and feel like you’re watched, you’re followed, you’re teased. You hear birds sing, eagles scream, branches squeak, and the winds whisper or howl. These are natural sounds and they feed your natural fears. You should take these haunting sounds in as the music of paradise. Throw away your…

No Facebook for Me!

What a distraction. A bubble. A waste of time. A source of social neglect. I spent way too much time on Facebook over the last two years. I made some friends that I never met and ruined a friendship or two with people I actually knew. It was good to follow the news. It was…

I am a ghost: a poem

I am a ghost. what is a ghost? I am a ghost! I make noise yet you can’t see me. I am a ghost. You know I exist and yet I’m never there to be heard. I am a ghost. You can’t hug me or look me in the eye and shake my hand. I…

Cant sleep wrote a poem.

Over the ringing in my ears I hear the gears grind in this cheap red clock. Ticking away the night and every second of rest and peace my mind craves. Ticking through my thoughts of things never said and should have and things said that shouldn’t have been. The heavy weight of darknes and time…

Deep in the Suburbs and Isolated: a poem

Isolation used to be sought. Hours spent driving to the country for peace and quiet. Now it`s dreaded in a metropolis of over a million. Divided by highways and miles of surrounding parking lots and the distraction of television and social media. It’s an isolation of sensory overload without any real quiet. The local woods…

Shapes of Things

Take a walk and look at the shapes of things and the art nature makes.

Unfriending a Facebook Friend

Can you stay friends in “real life” after you decide you can’t be Facebook friends? Sometimes I enjoy the company of somebody but seeing what they post on social media and always being connected is just too much for various reasons. When I’ve unfriended people they took it as being out of their life. The…