*text RESIST to 50409 and follow the prompts to contact your sitting members of congress* I don't know what you believe. I don't know if you think our sitting president is a good example for anything to anyone. I don't know if you believe the last election to have been fraudulent in some way. I … Continue reading contact your members of congress
Category: philosophic mutterings
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What follows was written in chunks from beginning to end one morning yesterday. The melody followed, and my notes are included here. Song to come shortly. Thoughts in the Belfry part one Oh to con society and figure on sleep. Oh to be a weary man who can't very well see what is rush houred … Continue reading Thoughts In the Belfry (a folk song)
To ease, there is a stepping stone forgotten of a sergeant's skeptics, sinister on ice. My ears belie to notice sticks and stones beneath my feet-- a distance courting high regard to peasants. We lower middle class. We homes with rooftops. We internet and phones. We detached proletariat all sent off alone to be the … Continue reading And To Sleep
Hi, hello. This is Michael. The Supposed So. M.C. Guire. I've got too many names. Regardless, I'm coming at you in a different sort of way, because I don't usually write in this manner, sort of conversationally, or whatever, unless I'm writing long-form fiction, and I haven't been doing that so this part of my … Continue reading What Belongs in the Future Runs Off With the Past
So this is a marriage! Lightness and darkness intertwined with caustic wit, erasing all that dangles by a golden thread. So easy what is thine to duck into a world of mimes never singing at all or even nodding along in time. So this is October! Leaves slipped from once-green canopies drifting down from their … Continue reading Autumnal
Out July 12, 2019 This album was born on the streets of Queens. I've been in New York for only two and a half years, and already I am a changed person. Am I a New Yorker? I dunno. Probably not. But this is a New York record. It's about aging, I guess. But aging … Continue reading Listen With Headphones, Between The Notes
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David usually leapt at the prospect of going to the park, but today was an odd day for him. It was raining. "There's no point in going to the park in the rain," he thought, "because I'll not be able to feed the pigeons." Pigeons - as you may know - don't like the rain. … Continue reading A Pigeon in the Rain (a short story)
It is October 2017. New York City. The Borough of Queens. I'm on a stone path which leads to the train station, the Long Island Railroad. I'm smoking a cigarette. A man approaches. "Money. Give it to me." He says. I look up and I see his eyes, narrowed yet wide and unhinged. "Brother, I've … Continue reading The Interaction (a very short story)
Fade In 1990s. A man about the age of 30 sits upright on his bed, his pillows propped behind him. The phone rings twice. He answers. -Hello? Voice on the other end -Hi, yes. I'm calling to see if your refrigerator is running. Is it running? The man smiles, knowing full well to sidestep the … Continue reading The Prank Call (a one act play)
