the railroad line returns bridges to steel, chapels and tombstones melting easy with morning safe beneath a windmill the dodo eats scrounged berries, quiet, half expecting the lights to cut at any moment, hoping for glycerol to fall wet from the sky purely for utility, sweet, sour plums, liar, liar.
Author Archives: thefilteredpress
Yes
My brain is exploding inside a luminous cavern, dead keys beside me, there is a night like dayshine that eats at the very feathers of my heart. On such a night where word does strike sooner, the sounds become nothing until they become sounds that become nothing again. It is nights like tonight where IContinue reading “Yes”
Manifesto
I want to post this, because at the time, it clearly meant so much to me. Looking back … it’s alright. It’s not bad, but man, it was something. This was the operating structure of The Filtered Press – or something like that. Back when businesses had a “Mission Statement”, this was mine. Just for a pointContinue reading “Manifesto”
Fishing for Walleye
Six hours later Japhy and I pulled into our first stop of the trip, Port Clinton, Ohio – more commonly known as the Walleye Capital of The World. We were sweating because the Jeep didn’t have any air conditioning and the humidity was likely around 100%. A brief drive-through of the town revealed businesses closedContinue reading “Fishing for Walleye”
Thoughts on Resurrection
Resurrection is a tough one to think about. Seems like it could be a positive … not sure if it usually is. That alone makes resurrection an idealized concept without necessitating resolution or explanation. So who cares? If I think about those ‘best days’, the ones I should wish I could bring back, and realizeContinue reading “Thoughts on Resurrection”
