S07E08 “Severance”: Is that all there is?

“I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire. I’ll never forget the look on my father’s face as he gathered me up In his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement. I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up…

The History of Bop by Jack Kerouac

I have not been able to find the words to this poem on the internet so I figured I would do you all a favor and transcribe it for you. The line and stanza breaks were determined by me. The poem is off of Jack Kerouac’s 1960 album “Readings by Jack Kerouac on the Beat…

Words and Lines

I have been sketching out doodles like this for a while now. I’m going to try and polish them and see what comes of it. I’m not too fond of how the text lies in this one. Let me know what you think.

A Poem 2: Under the Bridge

Oh, oh how the low waters flow preparing, splitting, scraping Below, cold rolled  stones split and grow While over currents are warmths colliding   Your quick yell down the valley rips In echoes as this aquaphobia insists And the energy of offput kicks grips Fluid like a mouth keeping mist   But your fear is…