Monthly Archives: March 2013

Peter Pan

Posted on March 25, 2013 by subparcostar

We stood in the light of possibilities, but didn’t know which way to choose. We happened across sensuality               to let go this shadow. to take your hand and flee. A block of boulevard … Continue reading →

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8 Minutes to Midnight Video

Posted on March 20, 2013 by subparcostar

I always thought it would be nice to do a visual piece for this song, “8 Minutes to Midnight” off of the Gidgets & Gadgets album, so I did.  The footage was captured by Joshua Force and James Force in … Continue reading →

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Shoebox (My 50th post!)

Posted on March 15, 2013 by subparcostar

I was five years old living outside of Atlanta, Georgia, when I started collecting Topps baseball cards -50 cents a pack with a piece of rock-hard, chewing gum packaged inside.  I cut my cheeks once a week.   The packs had … Continue reading →

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Land-locked Directions

Posted on March 14, 2013 by subparcostar

A white-tip, reef shark pulled up in a maroon, Chrysler mini-van. “Is this Nevada?” he asked leaning out the driver-side window. “It’s New Hampshire,” I replied.  “Nevada’s about 2000 miles that way.” “Goddamned land,” the reef shark barked. He lit … Continue reading →

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Modern Colonial

Posted on March 13, 2013 by subparcostar

Near the heart of a city -closer to the lung- I stood smoking an American Spirit between three towers taller than Babel. A colonial blacksmith -in a tri-corner cap- commuted by. “I’m off to the Freedom Trail,” he said into … Continue reading →

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A bad joke to tell at a party when the beer is running low.

Posted on March 13, 2013 by subparcostar

There was once a man named Greg who wanted a perfect wife. He put a five-karat diamond on a platinum band, Then shoved it to base of his penis. ‘The first girl,’ he said, ‘to retrieve it completely hands-off, keeps … Continue reading →

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Second

Posted on March 13, 2013 by subparcostar

Every second of your life is your entire life, passing second by second.

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Hank

Posted on March 13, 2013 by subparcostar

Hank visited for three weeks in July.  It was supposed to be two.  He came to town see his daughter, Angel, my neighbor.  Diesel, Angel’s boyfriend, shook his hand when he arrived. “You named your daughter wrong,” Diesel joked. “Nope,” … Continue reading →

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Cyclical

Posted on March 12, 2013 by subparcostar

Someday soon, entertainment will die. It’ll be buried with a dollar bill and the spit of a generation of artists. They’ll say, “About goddamn time,” with pictures, and paintings, and poems, and books, and songs, and silence only boredom could … Continue reading →

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Drunk Bricks and Sober Bums

Posted on March 12, 2013 by subparcostar

Drunk bricks staggered up and down the street, bumping into passing pedestrians, begging tourists for a trip. The sober bums laughed like older brothers who knew better. They poured handle after handle of port onto the inebriated path before them. … Continue reading →

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