Author Archives: German Jones

I’m not sure this story gets better with the telling, but it is worth telling just the same. Otherwise it would fade in my already-bad memory never to be told again. And we couldn’t have that, now, could we? I … Continue reading →

I am not a believer in the symbolism of dreams. However, I am an eye-witness of the power of images. I encountered one yesterday that repeated itself at night while I slept. And this, in turn, has affected the way … Continue reading →

The genuine artist is never “true to life.” He sees what is real, but not as we are normally aware of it. We do not go storming through life like actors in a play. Art is never real life.

…down to the filter. Someone suggested I go smoke instead of writing since I was saying that I do not have anything to say. Unfortunately, I also don’t have anything to smoke. Nor do I want to smoke, which makes … Continue reading →

My iPod is doing some soul-searching. I chose to randomly listen in “shuffle songs” mode on my way to school, with the hope of achieving some enlightenment or at least distraction. And this is what it told me. First, in … Continue reading →

Ain’t there a pen that will write before they die? Ain’t you proud that you’ve still got faces? Ain’t there one damn song that can make meBreak down and cry?

“And you, you can be meanAnd I, I’ll drink all the time‘Cause we’re lovers, and that is a factYes we’re lovers, and that is that.” Some days it is like traveling in separate cars on the same train.Yes, we move … Continue reading →

If you got cotton mouth, my mind is like an ocean.

“Pop beats poetry.”