I march onto the front lines of backroads alleyways suburban sidewalks abandoned parking lots carrying only what’s on my back My past a heavy burden an intense pressure a need to be free from alternate versions of me All who’ve come before me are dead all those to come will die But I am immortal […]
Today is another chance to sharpen my teeth and flatten my bones and walk across the broken glass of my ego and be someone I’m not for your sake, for God’s sake, but not for myself, for goodness sake. That is not allowed. That kind of talk gets you the Death sentence. Again. Let me […]
Brian Eckert laments the summer solstice.
Brian Eckert prepares to die with a collared shirt on, coffee in hand.