Chuck Perrin

I found a page in my journal this morning that roughed me up, shoving me once again up against that hard wall of self realization. I had watched the Allen Ginsberg movie “Howl” with James Franco streaming Ginsberg, the mannerisms, speech patterns, the gestures . . . but it was the words, Allen’s words, coming… [ read more ]

That’s my blood dripping on the ground. What are you lookin at? This should not be happening.  That’s my blood, warm liquid on my skin.  I am not ready to leave this world . . . it’s way too soon.  I’ve still got things to do . . . I’m feeling kind of dizzy right… [ read more ]