"The Cough of a Dead Man" by Andrew B. Clark - Spoken Word Playing with Adobe's new audio enhancer (AI tool). Adobe enhancer mixes and levels out the speech to virtually professional levels (virtually). My original was recorded at my desk on my Apple wired headphones... (yes the cheap ones with the mic on the [...]
Talk to me about being sad. Tell me about the ache, the pain, the weight of fate that takes and takes until there’s nothing left. Talk to me about “Tomorrow’s another day.” As if you’d opened your eyes to nothing there, talk to me about being sad. Talk to me about being loved. Tell me [...]
Speak Out A call was made to speak out against injustice and persecution. The killing of a man, the tipping point, seen on video, absorbed from all angles, the horror of the truth. A call was made to speak out against injustice and persecution. They gathered and chanted and made a single voice. 10, 20, [...]
New moon. Crescent moon. Quarter moon, more; Theobald Packenstance believed the mystic lore. His heart whispered secrets - twisted, taught, and tight Of children, monsters, and mystics who danced in the night. New moon. Crescent moon. Quarter moon light; Theobald’s dreams kept him sleepless at night. To journey away, to travel through space That’s what [...]
There are dreams. They come to you when you’re sleeping. They come to you when you’re drifting between here and somewhere else. They come to you when your eyes don’t focus and your breath is deep and drawn. There are dreams, and they come to you. They’re yours. Own them. ©2018 Andrew B. Clark
Finally, and when everyone has had their 15 minutes, we’ll’v run out of time for thoughts and prayers and hopes and cares. He will distract angels and hope for fear of truths, from children and children lost in nightmares and tears from pain. Tap tap tap to ring for shame of a lost connection, and [...]
iShame Fat shaming Slut shaming Imposter syndrome Entrepreneurial divide Define yourself by who you are, not what you do. But who am I unless I’m doing this? Anxiety disorder Depression There’s so much more to being sad Exhaustion Meds never worked. Doctors didn’t help. Libtards Snowflakes Rednecks Alt-right A closed mind is far worse than [...]
So, I rarely remember dreams. It’s always bothered me, but this morning I woke from such vivid dream, I had to document it and share. It seems as though Sharon, I, and the kids moved to Boston. We’d found a lovely run down mansion on Boylston street. It was built in the 1920s with flapper-era [...]
Simon Star Clouds painted bright against a blue wall. Children to dance. Legos to fall. My son stood strong to defend his blockade, to stand straight and tall, never to fade. "MOUNT UP!" He called, and it echoed the halls, to closets, to bathrooms to pantries, to walls. "MOUNT UP, I SAY!" another loud gong. [...]
I lived in Boston, Massachusetts for a little over year in the late 1980’s. I moved there to chase dreams only a 20-year old could: love, laughter, life, and a passion for absolutely anything unknown. Boston introduced this Iowa Boy to people from everywhere on the planet. I befriended a barbershop baritone-comedian born and raised [...]
