Monday, August 31, 2009

Head Cocked Teeth Gritting

A dark silhouette of a man in a suit lead on by a long sleek shadow slowly makes its way down the dim lit street. Shoulders slanted and shoes shining in the night. Each step taken on a second like clockwork. The sound of his feet in the quiet of the night would bring most to the door of madness. A madman himself, he finds beauty in the sinister and salvation in damnation. "Way too serious to be taken serious.", they used to say. Now irony has his story turned inside and around. Nothing is serious anymore.

Looks like the joke's on you.

Monday, July 13, 2009

For too long cast aside
Stripped of dignity and opportunity
Countless sleepless days in underestimation
But under these anxious darkening Heavens
No word goes unheard
And no deed is without compensation
When the workers come to collect their wages

Now the straw men are swaying in the distance
The have-nots calling in the listless wind
Whispering for retribution
Waiting for some voice to call them
From the bottom where you left them
So onward friends from our battered homes
Forward to the onrush of cast stones, crushed bones
And the gallows

-Andrew Schwab

Sunday, May 10, 2009


Sunday, April 5, 2009

Necktie Narcissist

Man in black take the stage. Hold your breath. This is going to be a good one. Adjust your tie and stand up straight. Make sure that everyone is watching. Walk away slowly, locking eyes with every soul you pass. Let them know it is coming.

And then the reader catches up with the writer. Red, yellow and black fill the air leaving the intersection in chaos. A calm grin and suave stride make their way down the concrete tide as the sirens blare down town. Narcissism in a necktie and dress pants leaves it’s mark once more.

Left at the scene, two hundred twenty six marbles. Who knows… not me.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Behold The Story

Stories have the ability to change people. The way that they think about and view things. My goal is to change people using stories. To grab hold of the hands of peoples life-clocks and bring their ticking to a stop. And in that moment were I have them, I hope to use my storytime to take the focus off of the dot and let them see the rest of the clean canvas before letting go of lifes busy hands and watching walls collapse and chains brake loose in reverence to what has unfolded.