Author Archives: German Jones

I really appreciate your reading and quietly checking up on me. Last night as I snuck a sip of whiskey you called me out. That’s a good thing. Your calm, solid concern keeps me grounded.

It is the feeling of standing on wheels for the first time. Or perhaps a blade on ice. To me it was/is always unsettling. Today has been such a feeling. A restless and sleepy haze of sorting out details and … Continue reading →

it’s been a day. i encountered my acquisition impulse and played a bit with myself. i heard from her, a soul twin, my mind’s lover… i bought some used books. and some whiskey. i napped. i need another day. walkingto … Continue reading →

and the lights come gradually on, like daybreak only a little acceloratedbecause i am in a pitiful condition (that liquor problem of mine),but the first few hours are wonderfully bright and cheerful. except nobody seems to have time to sit … Continue reading →

“You were my drug, but I was only your cigarette…”

Good Morning… Do I have your attention? The undivided kind? Let’s hope so… Patty Griffin just released her new album: Children Running Through. Well, really I suppose it was the powers that be, but it was finally made available. I … Continue reading →

About the Book Club Radical Anxiety Termination. I still don’t know how I was able to miss this concept on my first reading a year ago. Of course they call them “rats”… It’s brilliant and tragic. Here I am swallowing … Continue reading →

…when things settle, and “…too many intake valves are open in the soul,” I eternally return to the throbbing feeling of abandon. I need shadowy candle light. Tipsy musings. Pulsing beats and meloncholy vocals. It seems I need you. It’s … Continue reading →

Iota Subscript by Robert (Lee) Frost Seek not in me the big I capital, Not yet the little dotted in me seek. If I have in me any I at all, ‘Tis the iota subscript of the Greek. So small … Continue reading →

Because I cannot do ANYTHING alone, I’m just letting ya’ll know that I have spent the morning reading “Stars in my Pocket like Grains of Sand”. Kim and I decided to revisit our bookclub, to see if this time we … Continue reading →