SPEKARSKEfault isn’t all that inadmissiblealive beneath stress, distress and duress, we wrythe alone in parking lot stalls, differentiating the good between evils.Feb 3, 2017Feb 3, 2017
SPEKARSKENocturnal Files № II: I have nothing that must be said but I will say it anywayThere’s nothing like the festering name and frighteningly long form of a post-rock song title — often a name to match the length of the…Jan 30, 2017Jan 30, 2017
SPEKARSKEOn Dead Friends & Hoodooshe fell like she done a swan dive off a ferris wheel—Jan 28, 2017Jan 28, 2017
SPEKARSKEI would like to do some damage.empty and disassociative sex: a cure for lonely and loathly -nesses and fixes. my messes mine, my messenger churns when I say so.Jan 28, 2017Jan 28, 2017
SPEKARSKEpoetry isn't for The People™brash poeticism in vandals, mort virtues, lazy hoodoo _____ and our rivals _____ copy our cocktailsJan 25, 2017Jan 25, 2017
SPEKARSKENew Words for Ecstasyand I’ll drink your words of jazzing gospel fifteen to the books, thirty minutes’ disbelief in a better god, worth wading the wounds of…Jan 23, 2017Jan 23, 2017
SPEKARSKEOut of Touch and On Timemy feet don't feel the ground anymore and I'm screamingJan 22, 2017Jan 22, 2017
SPEKARSKENocturnal File № I: “°”Twenty Sixteen was a fever dream carried over from the sickness that clung to Twenty Fifteen, or the year of cyclical dark. Now, in Twenty…Dec 9, 2016Dec 9, 2016
SPEKARSKEI’m still here.If this isn’t the place to shout treatises on life without a circadian rhythm then I don’t want to be here anymore.Dec 9, 2016Dec 9, 2016