Milton T. James
Northern California, USA

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Part fact, part fiction, of Fanciful Creatures uses memory and fantasy as tools towards a better understanding of that which can be understood. I have found the most truth, the most insight, in those things that I have created without prejudice or restraint.

Insight comes not with the writing, but months or years later, when the smoke has cleared and life is more easily observed.

Writing

Of Fanciful Creatures is an ongoing experiment in adjusted self-reality.

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Music

Empire Unknown is a raw and immature solo album, echoing forward from the last century.

The three-track EP Carmel, or Have You Ever Lost Your Mind? is a monument to mania.

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Fish on the Wing

by Milton T. James, May 11, 08:22 PM

I saved a tiny bird today. She
could not find her way. She
fluttered against the window;
she opened her beak as I
came near.

I saved a tiny bird today. She
rode on an improvised perch
until she found herself outside,
and then she flew away.

—-

I have been sick for ten or eleven days now. Today I made it as far as the southern-most exit in this town before I turned back to resume my sick-day routine. I am tired of being sick.

It is a struggle. You must be familiar with this: I want to go to work; I want to dig in my yard; I want to build things; I want to organize and clean.

For once, I want all of these things.

But I am sick.

Fuckers.

Comment

I hate that. When I’m at work, all I want to do is work on my own projects, my yard, build something nice.

But when I’m home, all I want to do is sit around and be lazy, and rest.

— LoneStranger · May 12, 09:29 AM · #

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