Author Archives: YoungOfBlood

Girding

A bumper sits on the sidewalk void of car. To me it looks like a sculpture– The inefficacy of our perceived safeties, failed attempts at scaffolding, The veil thin between ourselves and chaos.

(CON)TEXT

Sometimes the world seems steeped in indifference TepidA bitter brew. Other times it seems in difference At oddsCompartmentalized Everything needs a qualifier. Is it indifference? Or in deference– Screen idolatryFeast and Famine Everything exists in a vacuum.

For Breck

How can we think of you and not think of your mother? Like a mother to us, too, we lost her and now you.  So close together. After a more-than-hard year of limited contact and no embraces. Wasn’t it just last year that I held you when you got the call from the hospital, tried […]

Machinarium

Rule 1 is you can’t think while weilding the sharpie. Words slip,become loose things. Squigglesof lines without design You must be the void. Let muscle memory take over–Is this what it means to be human?

Two Sticks Do Not Make a Duck

There is a wedge of land between the parking lot and the sidewalk below a giant Redwood at the corner of City Hall. Chips of wood skirt the base of the behemoth before being engulfed in the folds of a low maintenance ground cover. This is the corner of the lot designated for electric cars […]

Grief as Setting

Copy & Paste

I tire of the virtue signaling. Altruism camera deepThin as any skin, Caught in the act of caring.

Tender Green

The Paperwhites begin to bloomduring the coldest month. Against all odds–More rain in the forecast. We need it. And the fresh things that growfrom thirst. It is the time of year when I becomefamiliar with the creakof floorboards. Pacing. Time to kill. The odd customernot really looking, Which means no finding. I fill space like […]

T(ask)ed

Who put the pens in the oven? Folded neatly in the sheets? Paper under the tucked edges of the bed. Minced words like garlic. Chopped notebooks in the celery and potatoes–put them in a stew. Three persimmons on otherwise perfectly barren branches blushed in protest at the window. Waved with cobwebs holding tight to the […]

Fun House

We hold up mirrors in the Great Echo Chamber. Accept affirmations Like we didn’t ask for them– Scalable likability. Voices so loud we forgot how to listen. Hard and fast lines That strip all of nuance,  Context.  False humility is God here. Here–  Where we cast projections of self like  Sacrificial lambs Before a social […]