You remind me of being born. Leaving a womb of soft glowing light, traveling headfirst into a dark portal, entering into an unimaginable somewhere else, after which… Read more “Black Hole”
When Paul woke up this morning, he found himself in unfamiliar territory. He considered freaking out, but chose to frolic instead.
Inspired by my inspirational brother, whose name is not Salvatorè, but who is in Italy having a fun time and I hope his face is not melting… Read more “Salvatorè Soulskine”
It’s not everyday unless it is everyday. Then, it’s every day. Preview of upcoming Tom of Toms.
There has to have been one, otherwise there could be none.
A Navajo rug, into which there is sewn an imperfection. To prevent blasphemy against the Almighty. To allow the spirits to move freely. Presented truly, in… Read more “Soulskine: Floating”
Sometimes, things just plain work out.
Who is it that is whispering into the ears of whom? The inner space, a throwback to the finite winter of 2008. You heard from a distant… Read more “Church and State”
Henry went wandering about outdoors. He exercised for longer than he had intended. Henry communed with those currently inhabiting other realms and fixed himself a bowl of… Read more “Henry Is Alive”