COYOTE BLOOD

consider yourself

woke up.
had some tea.
freaked out.
considered myself.

pray.

ask for forty more years.

go to Trader Joe's.

considered myself.

lo siento.

perdóname por el ruido.

por pedir tiempo sin saber usarlo.

por volver siempre a mí mismo.

cuando el mundo espera algo más.

me consideraba a mí mismo.

brush my teeth.

watch my hair fall out.

feel pain.

consider myself.

my health.

my future.

my past.

my now.

when I think of heaven.

consider me a blackbird.

when I think of hell.

consider me a rain king.

In/Out 2026

In:

Dinner at 4:45pm (Dessert at 6pm)
Keeping a physical calendar
Gratitude
Buying things in person
Stretching
Antioxidants
Reading the books I have

Out:

Cancer
Buying things online
Bullshit posturing
The past
Instagram
Hair
Thinking about death

Best book I have read in a long while!

Playlist 12/29/25

I Wish I by Swapmeet
Foreign Thoughts by There Will be Fireworks
Eulogy by Home Front
Better Git It In Your Soul by Charles Mingus
Every Holiday by Mt. Joy

Can't wait to see Louisville pop up in my Google Analytics this week...

Is this our way of saying hi,

making sure we are still alive?

You checking my dumb blog

and me continuing to write

pining poems about you and youth.

Oh, to go back in time

and feel that first spark again!

It's a lovely little dance,

like those sensational salsa videos

I have seen on Facebook.

I am still alive,

but the cancer is back.

When this blog stops—

whenever that day comes—

that's how you'll know I'm gone.

Music and poetry live forever,

so we will, too.

And when I stop seeing Louisville

pop up in my Google Analytics,

I will sadly know you are no longer.

But something tells me

we will be doing this dance for many more years.

...when the writer of the 90s cult classic film Airheads posts your book!

Sunset Harriet

Songs without sound.

Self worth.

Stoat predators.

The thumbnail moon scratches my back

like a cat

as I forget what I went to the store for

in the first place

The night was so wise

it made me dumb

Oh, Challah!

And a gift card for my daughter’s teacher.

It’s always

the busiest time of the year,

no matter the calendar…

but all your joys add up.

I hope you’re not as tired as me…

I work so hard for a mediocre body.
I work so hard for a mediocre brain.

Positivity takes work but it’s worth it.
Maybe I should read more David foster Wallace.

But I Make peace with pain.
Because it will never fully go away.

i hate small talk.

i wanna talk atoms. death. aliens. sex. the meaning of life. whether they were alive in Lost. That feeling when he txts u that hes 20 mins away. Blackwell GPU architecture. ur childhood. what keeps u up at night. i like people with depth. i dont want to know "whats up"

time is a vehement opponent

some people know i have cancer

and haven't reached out,

but I don't care about them,

I just want to hear from her.

I still think those playlists

that I made a her
are some of my best work,

especially the one with the last bison.

back when being young

meant something,

when she struck me like lightning

in the winter of 2012.

And even now,

when silence stretches long,
I imagine she remembers me
in a world that will forget me.

Eating pancakes with Adea Frances & Billy Rymer of Atomic Life is the perfect way to cap off an epic season 5!
Special thanks goes to our friend Kelly Munday for making episode one happen.

The Finality

I want more...

Getting a press pass to see a band I like

finds me walking around Fort Lauderdale

on the first night of Hanukkah,

thinking about the finality of it all.

Writing notes in the corner,

befriending the bartender

via club soda and conversation,

has me thinking about the finality of it all.

To be changed yet still haunted...

I bought myself some more time,

but lost my love of dancing.

I used to do cocaine,

now I go to concerts,

but I am never more aware of death

than when I am trying to dance

at a concert.

I hope I remember to forget the finality of it all...

You can sprinkle some of my ashes down here.

Happy Traumakkah

I smell like the dish pit

of a Mexican restaurant.

My boogers have collected

from crying.

From butt cancer

to beautiful things.

Evening rain soaked streets

reflecting the light back at me.

Watching The Shawshank Redemption,

praying at the 'hope' line.

Thoughts of an Ordinary Monster

I will never understand

how a needle on a record

translates to music

(which translates to the soul)

time stands still,

yet it's somehow Monday

next year, I am only reading philosophy

and books to help me finish my novel,

and maybe a time travel book,

and probably a music biography or two.

Skeletique

to live and love

is to invite

the wrath of the gods...

I have been

to hell and back,

so you can't hurt me.

I have already paid

the entrance fee,

signed my name in ash.

whatever comes next

will have to try harder

than this life.

McRibing & driving!

Cutting the Lawn with Left-Handed Scissors

I wanna start

a three piece punk band,

because I am 43-years-old,

and about to battle

cancer again.

Run Like Hell

Playing pickleball in a little sun shower,
worried my copy of The Bell Jar
that I brought with me is getting wet
without consent from the world.

Kids of the internet are playing
in the background of the river,
and I tell them to run like hell because
beyond that is belief, just out of reach.

I risk it all to risk it all to live
every damn day in this absurd place
called life, measured my minutes
but mostly weighed in smiles.

In that case, I am a rich man,
but my body breaks,

and I can't get back any days,

even if I win this volley.

So run like hell, children, for miles
and miles until you find something
worth stopping for, for standing still
is the most insane investment ever.

Once you stand still and kill time,
it becomes a crime to move,
so shake until you can’t make
anymore memories or take another step.