I came to this table as a hungry peasant. It was the first place I chose to be. There was a middle road that I followed after I began until I ended the scene that took me through this life of mine. The living was easy. In my senses, the sun came up and then…
Category: MUSINGS
A SELECTION OF MUSINGS from the J.C. Love Letter Desk
Within the confines of my mind I wake up to the same day. Very little has changed. A bit is rearranged. There is no waking in light speed in this dream I’ve captured myself within. This daily life.
He told me to find him. I told him to find himself. Where he was hidden. Where he didn’t want to come out. Where he didn’t want to be lost but stayed lost just the same.
There is a smattering at my window. It looks like greasy film, rain, but oily, just the same. I feel like smashed spaghetti running overboard, sticking to a sinking ship. Why is life like this?
Sometimes you scare me. I walk in that black door and you are there no more. Just yesterday’s news, trying to try me on for size in its uncomfortable clown shoes. I don’t fit in.
Chicago. Walked the streets and loved its beat, the high-class and the beaten-down. Those who built and damned, those who came and went. One name kept calling mine. I saw it many times. So, one night, I sat to ask, beyond the stars, the message cast: “Who is Alphonse Capone?”
It rained. Loud and long. Where you couldn’t help recognize it was happening. Raining. It wanted to be known. And so it was, in forceful ways. Its ways. Cats and dogs came tumbling around. Squirrels were nowhere to be found. Spiders hung tight to watered webs that gleamed awaiting night. In hidden places. Flowers were drenched, dragging their…
Today is the day of Revolution. The kind of uprising that gets a nose so out of joint, it can’t help but notice. It started with a Bang! The clock struck 12, like a battalion bell, ringing against a dark night sky, when everyone was already shot down. The silence was eerie when it came….
In the circle, there is a centre. A dot. In the centre, there is a dot. It is the eclipse between dark and light, night and day. Night being more prevalent to most.
I didn’t know what to produce, how to bring my work forward, or how to do it well. It all seemed contrary and I made the decisions the best way I could. I didn’t know the judgement call to make from a place of judgement and so I didn’t make it from there. I made…