The Advocate Dialogues | Prose | Poetry
The Advocate Dialogues
I began writing The Advocate Dialogues in 2016. The writing basically represents the outcome of extended conversations I often had with myself about the more meaningful questions of life. I plan on exploring the world of the Advocate further in the near future.
Below, you will find two versions of each dialogue – a web version (html) and a screenplay version (pdf).
The Advocate and the Attendant (web)
The Advocate and the Attendant (screenplay pdf, 20 pages)
May 18, 2016
Society is currently structured in such a way that the concealment of existential pain is advantageous, and in many cases, rewarded. To openly suggest that one is unhappy — a normal experience of human existence — often makes one a target of ridicule, implies that he or she is not one of the herd . . . more
The Advocate and the Authority (web)
The Advocate and the Authority (screenplay pdf, 24 pages)
July 22, 2018
This is how I define freedom as an objective concept. It is not something that comes and goes — it is always there. It is our experience of our circumstances that causes us to feel — falsely — that we are unfree. But just because we feel less free at certain times does not mean that freedom is absent . . . more
Prose
Abbie on the Overpass
February 3, 2018
She was sensitive. And I don’t mean that in any negative way. I could totally relate. I’m sensitive, too—too much so in my opinion. I tend to flee at the slightest hint of conflict. Listening to her, I recognized myself . . . more
At Cafe Kopi
March 11, 2016
And then a child. A little boy, I think. Hard to tell at that age. Maybe two. Walks into my space. Placed. Smiles a child’s innocent smile. Mother watches from a distance. I wave to both. And I find that a child can break a spell. If only for a moment . . . more
19c
January 9, 2013
The 737 ripped in half. Or into thirds or fourths, I can’t be sure. Regardless, it came apart at aisle 17, just two rows in front of mine. And now I’m falling . . . more
Valkyria
January 26, 2009
A supernova. Exploding all about me. Into me. Through me. Thousands of tiny bits of glass engulf me. Become me. Instantly undo me. I merge with fire. Disintegrate into ash. I make my way upward through twisting writhing metal. I leave both everything and nothing behind. The sky now mine . . . more
The Wont and the Glow
January 26, 2016
Let daylight expose the soul anew, and in such light instill the idea of externity and the impermanence of purest reality, and the truth that we could forgo the trappings of this wounded hour, to de-spin the false clouds of a static power . . . more
Poetry
The Flowing
February 28, 2018
Dove
September 21, 2017
Nirvana Recompense
December 30, 2004
Tyco Flow
September 20, 2016
Los Angeles After Midnight
March 1, 2009
Mammoth
November 18, 2013