This is a story I wrote in a blind flash of inspiration. I had originally written the first paragraph to begin what I imagined as a Zombie road-trip story. Upon revisiting that stanza a year and a half later, this is what poured out of me. This is obviously NOT a true story though, for some reason, people keep giving me their condolences as if it were. I did lose my very dear Uncle to the terrors of ‘the Big C’ and have nothing but compassion and respect for anyone who has lived through it, or watched someone else die. So I guess you could say – inspired by the surreal nightmares induced by the intimate knowledge of a true story that bears no resemblance to the current work – does that work?
Category Archives: Writing
Ode to a Gamy Pickle
Here’s a pretty lame attempt at E.E. Cummings-style wordplay from what seems like a century ago. Surprisingly, it was published in a local publication (Camens Expeditus) at the time. Obviously meant to be tongue-in-cheek (no pun intended) it was just a fun little number, not unlike Steve Miller Band’s “Hot Chili”, except you can;t really dance to it…
Bachelor Days
This is another ‘early’ entry. My pale imitation of a ‘Beat’ poem. Or is that ‘Poem I should be beaten for writing’?
For Brautigan
This one is for Richard Brautigan (1935-1984) – King of Zen Comedy Poet Lit.
“Rommel Drives On Into Egypt” opened my eyes to a whole new world of poetic possibilities.
“In Watermelon Sugar” showed me how the lines of genre, literature, prose and poetry are only small-minded categorizations in a vast Universe of storytelling.
Go find his books and let him tear away the thick black curtain of redundancy that keeps you from seeing the true nature of literature.
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