Musings - The Wrinkling Brothers (original) (raw)

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Musings

The Worm of Monmouth

By Brother Joe Dean|2020-07-01T23:23:54+00:00June 28th, 2020|

Courtesy of Imagine Intertainment

‘The Worm of Monmouth’: Film Review

9:00 PM PDT 6/17/2020 by Artemis

A Taste for Ants

By Brother Joe Dean|2020-06-28T19:46:03+00:00November 1st, 2019|

A very small amount of his friend’s brain was on the playground. “Poor Michael,” our boy thought, as he ran up. A teacher waved off the children,

The Soul of an Insect.

By Brother Joe Dean|2020-06-28T19:46:03+00:00October 17th, 2019|

The insect moves forward, small steps tipping leaves across the forest floor. A continual search for sustenance and a continuous communion with God. It tastes the various colors of leaf,

Silence

By Brother Joe Dean|2020-06-28T19:46:03+00:00October 16th, 2019|

When did silence become too loud for sleep? When did this quiet roaring begin in my ears? My dead mother’s lament has become a repeated song in my

Tarkovsky

By Brother Joe Dean|2020-06-28T19:46:03+00:00October 15th, 2019|

I love Andrei Tarkovsky so much. He made films that explore humans in such subtle, deep and revealing ways, that I can only marvel. Sci-fi that is about ideas, not

Pedro is good.

By Brother Joe Dean|2022-01-23T00:16:27+00:00October 14th, 2019|

Pedro is good.
People tend to stay away because it’s mainly rocks on the coast, (except for Cabrillo beach, shhh). We’re where the freeway can smell bad on approach

Fifty word story.

By Brother Joe Dean|2020-06-28T19:46:03+00:00October 13th, 2019|

They fucked with me, I decided to take it back to them. Went and bought a machete, made it nice and sharp. I walked in and threw his

Brother Yustus had a dream

By Brother Joe Dean|2020-06-28T19:46:04+00:00October 12th, 2019|

He is relaxing in his siting pit, at the edge of the forest. He had dug it weeks before, to have a hidden place to listen to the woods and

Brother Joe had a dream.

By Brother Joe Dean|2020-06-28T19:46:04+00:00October 11th, 2019|

I had a dream last night that I went to a get-together in a hall of some kind, maybe a high school reunion. My school friend Lynds was there, but

Bass Player seeks nothingness.

By Brother Joe Dean|2020-06-28T19:46:04+00:00October 10th, 2019|

Painting- The Subway by George Tooker 1950

Lee Dorsey said to Brian Eno, I’ll trade you the first Love album, a Max Ernst painting, a Raw comic, and a tuba, for

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