I come barreling through the uterus with my cutlass sharp and fierce. Amniotic prisons be damned! I swipe at her fallopian tubes, striking them with my foil. (Despite the doctors’ best efforts, I live to spit in my mother’s face.)
Swing dancing at Ernestine and Hazel’s
I saw a saviour
a saviour come my way
I thought I’d see it
at the cold light of day
The party collapsed at the Poplar Lounge at around midnight. Tim Jackson sobered up enough to get drunk again, “twice in a day,” he kept saying holding up two fingers.
Brandon decided that he was going to flee one hot, wet Southern city for another this Memorial day. He brought these pictures back with him.
There is a line of writers around the block who would open up their own veins to get this guy to illustrate a book for them.
To say that Tim is just a game designer is to do him a disservice. Before he ever thinks about the mechanics and dynamics of a game, he is building worlds.
On just the other side of
the Nickel Plate bridge,
the one that Steven always
said he’d jump from
“I’m a nasty piece of work, chief. Ask anybody.”
-John Constantine
After that, conversation at work was almost always about bowling. Bowling magazines were in the john. The guys called each other their league names. Jimmy Cogan had a PBA finals watch party at his house.
The bridges over the Mississippi River are fixtures of the Memphis skyline, but underneath them hides something even more beautiful.
While on the 4 train, I wanted to poke some boobs. I wasn’t even attracted to the lady.
Every human being is an artist, a freedom being, called to participate in transforming and reshaping the conditions, thinking and structures that shape and inform our lives.
Listening to “Stairway to Heaven” on 19th Street
Butterflies wintering in Mexico miss out on this–
the sunlight is going
into the mountain
i will crawl
Thursday nights were league nights at Stratford. Nobody had to talk about it at work because it was a given. Show up or your ass is had. The guys would rag your ass Friday if you were a no-show.
Toward the ends of the city, Brandon finds the beauty in border between civilization and nature.
Work from David Goodman, a Brooklyn, New York based photographer and filmmaker.
Listening to “Listening to Otis Redding at Home During Christmas” at Home During Christmas
