drmstream[writing]

  This is part of how it works when you write: the ideas come in frag­ments, start to form into peo­ple, places, sto­ries. You take notes on your imag­i­na­tion and then start writ­ing it out. Some­times the story flows and stops and some­times you feel your way into it. I was clean­ing up my hard drive […]

Take your heart and wing it over the hill, baby.  Lis­ten to the rat­tle and the glim­mer.  It’s the bounc­ing noise that comes waft­ing in on the spring air, that opens up all the warm spots in your hands, that sinks low in your mir­ror­ing won­ders, that slows down and makes all the sense that […]

Scene I The lights come up and reveal a grey, empty room.  Our per­spec­tive is at an angle; two walls retreat to the back of the stage and join in a cor­ner in the deep recesses of stage right. The lights dim.  Ocean sounds fill the air, the swell and wash of the water, a building […]

Part V: Greet­ings (This is Uncle Sam) I take the long way to the train sta­tion most days so I can drive past the place where the tor­nado touched down two springs ago. It was like some­one made up the whole thing when we heard about it. We don’t get tor­na­does. But one day a tornado […]

  I What use are feel­ings, but to bind you to some­thing that doesn’t exist and can never be recov­ered? II Open the hollow-core door under the stairs.  The oil heater is pushed against the bot­tom of the steps.  Indus­trial green.  Soot stained where the main­te­nance man shifted his weight to push the igniter back […]

Part IV: I Know I’m Los­ing You — Once?  You fucked her one time!  Just once?  You fucked her just once?  A lit­tle whore and you stuck your cock inside her and just once is sup­posed to mean some­thing?  Like that makes you a good guy?  Maybe that’s why you’re telling me its just once, because […]

Part III: I Know I’m Los­ing You — Your love is fad­ing. — What? — I can feel your love fad­ing. It’s fad­ing away from me. — You don’t sound very orig­i­nal, Adam. — I’m not. — What is it then? — I thought you’d know. — Don’t give me a hard time. — The Temp­ta­tions. I played it for you the […]

Part Two: What’s Going On? Reck­less, urgent, hun­gry? Seiz­ing the moment, mea­sur­ing out rea­son to sus­tain the mad­ness needed to make that true love take root in the dri­est ground? Empty, des­per­ate? — What do you think of me? — You’re going to take over the world. — Is that why you won’t open up to me? Soft, chocolate […]

It is time to leave now. When it started, it was time to go.  Pick up and go from your home.  Take a bag.  Go live in this ‘camp’ behind barbed wire fences and men with guns. You have nar­row eyes.  Your lips are thin.  Your skin is dif­fer­ent.  You have to go away. Because you might kill […]

- Get your gun. — I’m watch­ing… –Get your gun to show the boy. –Hit that record thing for me. –I said,  Go get your gun. –You work that thing then. –I got it, Grams.  I’ll make sure you don’t miss any of your show. — All right then. — She’ll be back before any­thing hap­pens.  Ain’t noth­ing hap­pens on that show […]