So, been dry lately. Few posts recently, as one can see. In an effort to get over my hump, I’ve decided to do an audio treatment of my first poem that I posted here. Click the link below and you’re whisked over to the site where I’ll be storing the audio files. Ya might have to give it a few seconds to load.


I present: Untitled, original audio #1



Here is the written piece, Untitled, original poem #1


Original poem #99


light on green tablecloths

little café

sat around

drank some wine

tried to forget that i came


Social Media Censorship

Originally I wanted to make a lengthy post about censorship on social media sites and nefarious intelligence organizations slurping up our data, Rule 41, mainstream propaganda, yadda yadda yadda. This won’t be that post. I figure if you’re the kind of person that’s concerned about this sort of thing, you probably already know that popular social media sites like Facebook and Twitter and YouTube censor content according to prevailing political ideals and the dissemination of desired norms and narratives pushed by the powers that shouldn’t be. If you didn’t know this or refuse to believe it, I guess I can’t help you. Just type “censorship and social media” into your favorite search engine, scroll beyond the puff pieces and read for yourself.

Instead of preachy talk about the stupidity and dangers of censorship, I present a newer social media, video site. An alternative to YouTube’s increasingly censored platform. It’s called BitChute. Yes, yes, so many of the good URLs are long gone but it’s what’s under the hood that really matters.

Check it out, or don’t. I’m just too dry for new poetry lately but felt I had to post something that matters to me. Here’s a link to a recent video on social media censorship and it’s hosted over at BitChute.

THE SOCIAL MEDIA EXODUS HAS BEGUN. HERE’S WHERE EVERYBODY’S GOING by tireless researcher, the inimitable James Corbett.






Untitled, original poem #98

it's another gloomy winter day
cold skies cloud my mind
 in vacillating stains
  of sluggish
   chemical gray

another fallow
 icebound day

with a pen that's dry
a notebook blank
& volumes left to say


Untitled, original poem #95

if we shut down traffic lights
turned off street lamps
& store signs
if the radios & railways fell dark
if gravity & vulcanism
 ground to a halt

if all the stars in the universe
 burned out
there would still be us
unformed with no time

there would still be us
as in we
in the dark
unlighted & free

we as the endless
we as the essence
us as in alpha & omega

if only we turned out the lights