Drew’s Scary Movie Picks: Part 2

This is the second part of my list of favorite horror films. I’ve tried to omit the obvious classics and the widely known new school horror flicks. This is for those of you willing try something obscure this Halloween, something a little different  Continue reading Drew’s Scary Movie Picks: Part 2

A Rock and A Hard Place

I figure I can post this in the middle of the night. No need to share it on any of the social media sites. So if you’re reading this, then boy did you take a wrong turn at Albuquerque.

I’ve been out sick for the last week. Every time I cough, the iris closes in, everything fades to black. The apartment is giving me cabin fever. It’s made me sentimental. I’ve been digging through old memo pads, sifting through the ghosts of stories past. Continue reading A Rock and A Hard Place

Drew’s Scary Movie Picks: Part 1

Halloween is upon us and that means it’s time to curl up with some scary movies. Now before you go and reach for the usual thrillers and slashers, might I make a few suggestions from left field? This ongoing series will showcase what I like to watch in the days leading to Halloween. Some are underrated, some are waiting to be discovered, some aren’t really movies at all. I won’t promise high art, but I will promise a few good jump scares. Check them out. Continue reading Drew’s Scary Movie Picks: Part 1

Inspiration

Inspiration smiles on me
Beckons me to her end of the bar
Then her smile turns into a frown
Inspiration keeps shooting me down
She mutters
Speaks through balled fists
She never repeats herself
She wants me to know what she’s thinking Continue reading Inspiration

Deferred Memory

When Johannes Gutenberg invented the printing press scholars feared people would loose their memory. They had spent decades erecting memory palaces to house all of their knowledge. Imagining columns and arches, linking them to their life experience. They feared these mnemonic memory devices would fall out of fashion. They were right. Many a memory palace crumbled when the responsibility of preserving knowledge was differed to the printed word.

The same thing happened when William Seward Burroughs invented the calculating machine. The slide ruler was put out to pasture. Professors feared that the formulas they had their students commit to memory would disappear. They were right. The responsibility had been differed to something else. Continue reading Deferred Memory

The Nicotine Always Wins

The ash tray sat in my bed. There were cherry holes in the blanket. My cat stunk of smoke. Colds lasted the entirety of the winter. The metric I used to measure distance was not miles. It was American Spirits. It took two to get to work. The cigarette smoking man on The X Files, the one who smoked through his tracheotomy, was my trigger. The cigarette between my fingers would remind me how much I wanted the next.

Smoking was part of my identity. Every one of my MySpace profile pics featured a filter screwed into my mouth. Smoking was my social in. It was my outlet when I felt put out to pasture. I smoked a pack and a half a day. My nicotine tolerance put yours to shame. Other smokers would point and say, “Well at least I’m not that bad.” Continue reading The Nicotine Always Wins

Writing Space

You find yourself pressed between the dueling kick drums of neighboring apartments. Off tempo rhythms compete for dominance. Giant blacksmiths hammer anvils as big as houses. Dinosaurs march down the street. Subwoofers fart. Every so often, you make out the digital squeal of auto-tuned vocals. The rapid fire pulse of an arpeggiating synth.

Continue reading Writing Space

Dig: A Writer’s Oath

This was found on the first page of my notebook for the screenplay Savior Complex (my second attempt at a feature film back in 2008). I think I wrote this montra to motivate myself to write from a place of honesty. This last line kills me every time.

Dig: A Writer’s Oath

Dig
Down deep
To the shame and embarrassment
To the parts you’ve disowned
The habits you can’t seem to break

Show us your temperament
Your teenage oath Continue reading Dig: A Writer’s Oath

One Voice

“One voice” is one of the cardinal sins of writing. It’s when each of your characters use the same turns of phrase. When each of them are endless quip machines, hurling clichés in place of banter.

In this poem “one voice” is used to describe the shared experience of living in Minneapolis. It’s about coming of age with the same peers. Living in the same city, going to the same house parties, living out of the same coffee shops and bars. It’s about the regional accent that extends beyond words. One voice, is how we walk, how we dress, where we go and what we do. But it’s not about uniformity. It’s about isolation. It’s about the effect that people and places can have on your identity.

The meta tag for the file says it’s from 2005. That would make me 24 when I wrote it.

One Voice

We speak in one voice
One accent swapping vowels
Our “I”s become “E”s
We say “Melk”, we say “Pellow”
We are the ventriloquist dummies
That the city speaks through
We call carbonated beverages “Soda”
We call romantic interests “Prospects” Continue reading One Voice

An Artist Statement About Artist Statements

Artists make attractive protagonists because they’re driven. They pursue their passions despite the odds, odds that are rife with conflict. The chips are stacked against them. You can’t paint your student loan checks away. You can’t sing your credit score higher. You can’t pay your electric bill with a poem, believe me I’ve tried. Artists are society’s underdogs. We love to root for the losers. The dreamers who just don’t want to wake up.

The hero with the artistic temperament, doesn’t always change at the end of the story. Sometimes they change our expectations instead. Continue reading An Artist Statement About Artist Statements

Advice for writers, stories about the world they live in.

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