Tag: thoughts
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Funky Swag at Mrs. Fish
Echo Park Rising was my first taste of the expressive charm of Soul Scratch when the band performed at The Lost Room to a packed audience. That was two months ago but luckily they were playing again in the basement of downtown’s historic Pershing Square Building in October. Although nights had gotten cooler, the heat […]
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Desperation for a nap
In the dining area of a building, there were seven treats on the floor ready to be picked up by seven people in attendance. Mr. F watched the first hand grab a treat but he was unsure if he was going to be the next as he noticed no one else’s movement. Restless noises trailed […]
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with a blindfold
While in a district court and on my way to the second floor to elucidate a foreseeable outcome, my eyes were struck by a statue named Lady Justice whose eyes were covered by a blindfold and whose hand contained a scale. Witnessing the stone’s grey color and precisely carved skin and cloth, I smiled with […]
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of amorous relations
A song was written about a young woman and charm of a person by which she’s smitten. The rhythm was off but the theme was evident of a romantic pursuit forced to remain secret. Why in this season do energies shift and influence admirers to reveal an eerie twitch when trying to determine first whose […]
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so swift with nothingness
This New York experience was intriguing though quite unsettling. I lost my phone the first night of debauchery as well as a generous amount of almonds and blah blah. New York is exhausting. I don’t know why I find it so enticing but I can see why some are fond of Jersey. It is such […]
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to himself he applauded
He said, “Think twice not about such a scandalous fraud as stability tightens in throngs.” Though to himself he applauded, foreboding reproach did flutter and dawdle.
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flight of listless thought
Oh, the day’s been long and it’s not quite ten. Brain cells may very well flee my head. So long, I hear myself say to the boss until I think about the inevitable money loss. Change may come but never fast enough. Perhaps slow it needs to move while one sits in wonderment of where […]
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fool who shouldn’t walk the line
[This is meant to be hummed/sung as an exploration of the blues through an omniscient narrator. Think Pink Anderson, J.D. Short, Otis Rush, Sonny Terry] Through the screen of a window, the sun shines brightly illuminating leaves small and still dangling from branches reaching far above the lazy streets. Suddenly, a sweet female voice shouts […]
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