women

  • Isaiah Jones vs the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey: My Last Night in Havana*     March 15 2022, Middle of the Atlantic    Longitude 15°31’47.9″N X Latitude 40°21’14.2″W2     The Ides of March/The Devils You Deal With    “On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.”    -Tyler Durden       The stupidest thing he could…

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  • Isaiah Jones versus the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey)   Notes from the Diary of Ms. Jane Porter:    The True-Life Confessions of a Wayward Heiress.     Concerning Tarzan the Ape-Man: The Original Monkey Whisperer    [A White Woman’s Burden: A shallow dive into the murky waters surrounding the Colonialist/Capitalist/Racist Iceberg of White Liberal Guilt, White Frailty, and…

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  • Isaiah Jones vs the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) A Chapter Concerning the Albino: A Legend of Dead Eye Polly Ovejero* The word on the street: “… I come from out there, and everybody out there knows, everybody lies: cops lie, newspapers lie, parents lie. The one thing you can count on – word on…

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  • Isaiah Jones vs the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) Showdown in the Castillo del Morro: Sex and La Petite Mort: In the Age of Consenting Adults pt 1 of 2 “Why can’t I get just one fuck? Why can’t I get just one fuck? I guess it’s got something to do with luck But I…

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  • Isaiah Jones versus the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) ‘Epilogue American Woman: Raw* “When You Grow Up, If You Still Feel Raw About It, I’ll Be Waiting.” -(Bleep Bleep) Epilogue American Woman: Raw The name on the mailbox read The Spears family of the City of Pasadena’ a google search listed a 56-year-old Pricilla and…

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  • Excerpt from novel Tramp the chapter TRAMP: ‘Trying to be the Shepherd: New Year’s Day 2001’ “The truth is, you’re the weak and I am the tyranny of evil men. But I’m tryin’, Ringo. I’m tryin’ real hard to be the shepherd.” -Jules Winfield Wake up, Son, we gotta get back to the room to…

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  • American Woman  1999 DMT (part 1)     “Don’t come hangin’ ’round my door         I don’t wanna see your face no more         I got more important things to do         Than spend my time growin’ old with you”         -Lenny Kravitz     Monika’ Elisabeth Whittaker didn’t have any female friends, but today she’s trying to set her best friend Aaron…

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  • Waiting for the Miracle.   Watching her barefoot body   moving to invisible music, she is   a sentient flower dancing   with the wind. And “I just want   to destroy something   Beautiful.” 

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  • My Goth Name Is Becky

    My Goth Name Is Becky  a Blues poem for Sarah Vowell.  I sing the suburban American girl electric blues.  I sing the red haired,  white skinned,  blues eyed girl  bottom shelf vodka tonic ice blues.  I sing the suffragette, subjugated, suppression blues.  Harmonic wail of the locomotive steel slide upscale dive bar blues.  Twenty first century…

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  • Now That Is A Real Gentle Man It is trying to rain again and I am trying to catch the bus to see you.  I ride the metal beast drowning in the cacophonous roar of vapid   Conversationalist ignoring the hostile little faces of the tribe   As we all ride from Westside lead poisoned slums to the…

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