first i’ll have a beer by Grant Guy i like small towns i like to plant a photograph of it in my brain yesterday pulled of the US15 & in about 11 miles I came to a town an old red brick saloon introduced me to the town it’s only concession to […]
Read MoreWHY ME? There are so many times in one’s life When we quietly murmur “Why Me? Complications, frustrations and worry Seem to take over our lives and Depression sets in. We must remember that we are not alone In how we feel. The world today is full of negative images and writing. How much more […]
Read MorePeople in desperate situations. golden hope and roses cold in the morning coming in. Italy – Rome I could be here. pigeons burst past my balcony scared by a girl on a vespa and someone in shirtsleeves is smoking a cigarette. my view is over an alley but high enough to catch the sun. […]
Read MorePainting 1, Covered with Snow ㅡ sleeping, but growing on to the next stage of my life Painting 2, Bridge and reflection ㅡ how I was, how I am now.
Read MoreWelcome to May’s issue of Synchronized Chaos – The Uncanny, Incongruous, Eerie and Unexpected. JD DeHart’s writing deals with the past, and the familiar rendered as grotesque: memories, bones of extinct mastodons, perpetual adolescents without purpose in life, and the working poor, who are literally compared to ‘bones’ in a piece that suggests that it’s […]
Read MoreElephant Bones Bending, curled, the tusks and ribbons of calcium, solid bleached white kingdom. If you dare, gaze in the hollow eyes, crawl inside and rest a while in the cavity of memory. There was a time these creatures roamed the land, hard to stop upon their charging. Now they lay in stacks of […]
Read MoreBamboozlement Echinated transfers spike: a dystopian tryst I wish on no one. Never happy as a satisficer: this is my essence and ache. For years I vocalized, may speechless- ness fly where my drumming failed to. A slow learner it took half a century to read the cast in your eyes. Crushed by suppositiousness […]
Read MoreDreams in Blowing Sand Whilst living as a pragmatic loser, searcher for the holy grail in bars walking the beaches finding dimes losing my patience with patrol cops sleeping under rowboats on the sand buy a mug with tarnished, sandy coins fighting gulls over discarded hotdogs great ships sailing out of the harbor, meeting people […]
Read MoreWithdrawal A Rant This morning someone shot up a waffle house, strapped and naked squared up to shoot right and it’s awful but it happens once a week we were waiting for the wheel to turn again and next they’ll be parachuting in balls flying shooting family restaurants in rows and massacre will be exponential […]
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