1. “I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” 
    ― Edgar Allan Poe

    photos by Jay Halsey

    mosaic skull by Matthew Alexander


    waking in beer sweat 

    and virgin frost

    grey moon wanes

    drawing narrow tides

    into the bowels of


    I swat 

    and kill

    a comfortable


    and shatter

    some kind of


    words and photos by Jay Halsey

  3. we wait for storms and magic while something ebbs closer to a bottom line. yet we are taught to avoid puddles and fire, and anything else that fascinates.

    as the fingernails grow yellow. as the belts tighten. as the pot boils and the pot cools. that one pillow never slept on. it doesn’t mean anything.

    things happen over and over, again and again. or they don’t happen at all. 

    dumb patterns are ageless and unopposed. they are spit from a grey moon with a bitter possum face. the hoard trips over itself to watch with craned necks. bursting with antiquated fear.

    an idea that one finger is always pressed to the button. straight. and rigid. and patient. but simultaneously beautiful like lazy clouds on the bluest sky ever imagined…

    devoid contradictions balance heavy crowns in the hands of their keepers.

    and the days will continue to bury themselves.

    a flower is plucked. a red sock bleeds the whites. the trash is emptied. curtains waver in the breeze, and the bullet falls short.

    this time.

    words and photos by jay halsey

  4. playing victim

    to really feel like the victor

    creates dumb patterns that waste time and space.

    and spirit.

    fingernails will grow soft

    against perfect partitions

    that you have fashioned into institutes of silly pretense.

    welcome to the Kingdom of Your Own Device.

    claim your prize.

    words and photos by jay halsey

  5. perched upon a weary madness with heavy boots hanging from sleepy legs that no longer feel like yours, an untouchable morning unveils a warm dose of sanity into a new sky. black becomes light. you are King of One Perfect Moment. perhaps a fool, too. it really doesn’t matter.

    words and photos by jay halsey


  6. "To be governed is to be watched over, inspected, spied on, directed, legislated, regimented, closed in, indoctrinated, preached at, controlled, assessed, evaluated, censored, commanded; all by creatures that have neither the right, nor wisdom, nor virtue … To be governed means that at every move, operation, or transaction one is noted, registered, entered in a census, taxed, stamped, priced, assessed, patented, licensed, authorized, recommended, admonished, prevented, reformed, set right, corrected. Government means to be subjected to tribute, trained, ransomed, exploited, monopolized, extorted, pressured, mystified, robbed; all in the name of public utility and the general good. Then, at the first sign of resistance or word of complaint, one is repressed, fined, despised, vexed, pursued, hustled, beaten up, garroted, imprisoned, shot, machine-gunned, judged, sentenced, deported, sacrificed, sold, betrayed, and to cap it all, ridiculed, mocked, outraged, and dishonoured. That is government, that is its justice and its morality!"
    — Pierre-Joseph Proudhon 

  7. this ain’t poetry

    Some days  Almost all nights  After some days 

    I would wall myself  From everything  Living and otherwise

    On that night  I sat and ate peanuts  Watering my mostly-dead house fern

    Listening to cars splash through puddles  Of a retreating thunderstorm

    And I sometimes questioned  Like that night and others before it

    How could I face another round  Of the everyday  Tomorrow?

    The hope was all but lost  When shackled by a work week  That no longer worked

    I pondered those thoughts  As I had 500 times before  Wondering why I hadn’t any beer  To wash away the apathy  Or the nuts

    Better off without I thought  As I watched  My poor plant die right before me

    words and photos by jay halsey

  8. we reach for original things, original thoughts, yearning to strangle the tired, listless currents of those who defecated on paths before us, demanding more than a firm squeeze in the shadows of banality and a gas station rose. 

    words and photos by jay halsey

  9. the unwavering buzz of the streets can silence a man’s heart. half-spent storms point down the wrong avenues, as a dim moon hangs unnoticed and drowning in fluorescent tides. all the buses are parked, and the air weighs heavy of routine defeat. nothing new is lost. nothing new is gained. 

    words and photos by jay halsey


  10. "He claimed that man’s intellect was a brutal addition to him and degraded him to a rank far below the plane of the other animals, and that there was never a man who did not use his intellect daily all his life to advantage himself at other people’s expense."
    — Mark Twain on his friend, McFarland

  11. "We kept watching the numbers and we drove higher and higher into the hills and the houses got richer and richer and I got more nervous. It’s true that the richer people became the less human they became, and so I began to get unhappy. Nervous and unhappy."
    — Charles Bukowski