A friend of mine saw yesterday’s Apocalypse Playground post and then wondered “how come you’re not doing that anymore” It was popular. It made money. It was a hell of a lot of fun. Oh yeah, and it was popular. Well, its just that I have moved on, and I can’t say to where.

People just grow up, ya know?

I’m not sure where I am going with this particular writing space, so I’ve decided simply to write along the way and see where it goes. Mostly that has made for a lot of writing about writing. I’ve been asking ‘what it this thing anyway?’ as if, once I found the proper template I could then fill it. Several years ago this would be called a “zine”, but that’s not what’s in vogue anymore, so it’s a “blog’. Whoppee. Same damn thing, different package. I’ve decided that I don’t care about filling a template here. Granted, this website had the most readers back in the mid-nineties when it pandered to a prepackaged alternativism. Actually there was a staggering number of readers, but, now that those prepackaged keywords no longer fit the bill, that crowd has moved on. Oh well. On with the show…

I have posted a new batch of poetry from Apocalypse Playground, adding to the zine archive. Enjoy reading it.