Author Archives: German Jones

It isn’t even like reading. More like hunting for treasure, or traveling through the county fair funhouse. Borges collection of short pieces has so enthralled me this afternoon that I can’t even think about much else. A lot has been … Continue reading →

I’ve suffered lately from a revolutionary fervor. I am anxious for big, balls-out, dramatic change. In what I’m not quite sure. However, I’ve cut my hair, and like Samson in reverse I’m pushing over pillars and toppling my current firmaments. … Continue reading →

So, as the month of April draws to a close, George and I have seemingly finalized the list of texts for the new composition. The following 5 voices were the ones that Mr. Lam liked best: 1. Found Objects 2. … Continue reading →

For awhile he just sat there, smiling. But then felt the need to say something, anything to end this boredom. “But what about city traffic? Isn’t that hard to navigate?” After he spoke, he immediately sipped on his cup of … Continue reading →

I am a force. I just have to keep moving, turning or bending in order to find a place of power. If you were to attack, I would adjust myself until I had you on the ground. It is a … Continue reading →

So, it has been a while since I’ve written anything at all. It all sort of came to a halt after I offered my last little piece of text to Mr. Lam. And then George said, “…okay. voice 5. I … Continue reading →

Yup, Tony’s back. We thought we had lost him–but we were wrong. He appeared this morning, like a vision, complete with a bowtie and cufflinks. He’s been looking over my shoulder ever since. We haven’t spoken much beyond that thing … Continue reading →

he was an inspiring beauty, my first sunflower. i met him in high school on the swim team when he still slept on garfield sheets and left beautiful, poetic prose taped inside my locker. he thought important thoughts and loved … Continue reading →

…and then showering and going to the allergist and doing taxes and rushing home to clean up and do some work to allow time to eat and exercise and find a job and settle down and get a 401K plan … Continue reading →

“I swear to god she’s going to live forever.” — “Sure it’s a good thing, but it would be better if I didn’t have to waste my weekends taking care of her. It’s not like I don’t have my own … Continue reading →