big sky
By Anna | March 19, 2010 | 2 Comments
these are known as “scenic views”.
there and back again
By Kervin | March 12, 2010 | No Comments
no album reviews, suggested viewing, rampant poetry or silly diatribes out of me for a while, no– i will be too busy living the adventures what will become the sprawling, semi-conscious-stream-of-consciousness literary bar-setter and otherwise masterpiece known as my memoirs. there will be no computers, only pocket-sized notebooks; no healthy decisions, only beer and pizza; no art, only life; no times but as they occur and for what they are. and i’ll have you know that by the time i decide to pack my things, the laptop’s the first one in.
i’ll see you when i get there, internet
letter for you
By Kervin | January 4, 2010 | 1 Comment
hello internet. how are you? i am fine. i just returned from a slightly-famed trip to tempe, arizona. the time spent was hard-earned and well-worth. after all the drama our collective endured, from tests of friendship to broken cars, powergrip failures and leg-over-to-concrete-chestsmacks, we returned with that sticky-sweet, too many cigarettes and far too much coffee peanut-butter taste behind our shit-eating grins.
crossing over the naughties into the tens in another city, another state, another frame of reference was nothing short of surreal. yes, there was glitter; glitter and glamour, expensive whiskey, cheap champagne– stinky handkerchiefs, sweaty feet, stale smoke– objectivism, romanticism, et. al; the day of, the night of, the mornings and evenings after new year’s were a swirling concoction of these abstractions, colors, sights and sounds.
the party eventually reached its peak with a static moment of calm. all present were on the same page, those who weren’t were no longer around, and we melted into and around the couches, little puddles of people trailing on the surrounding floor. so we asked each other what 2009 was and what 2010 will not be. i ask nothing more of myself than genuine interest in the naked experience, and to be appreciative of what is there. no, i am not talking about my penis. i then extended a firm apology to the parties i offended that night, which was well-received. no, i am not talking about my penis.
how about you, internet? let’s get together soon; ride some bikes.
new years resolution
By Kervin | January 4, 2010 | No Comments
cyclical, circular. each different in the same as the last.
i thrive saddled; pushing, pulling, spinning.
not without cost:
a tremble! quiver.
spartanesque lore; black-brown coffee drink.
cyclical, circular. each different in the same as the last.
i remained seated; shifting, squirming, napping.
all with a goal:
a city! flatlands.
victory laughs; blue-green dense stone sweat.
cyclical, circular. each different in the same as the last.
