Was listening to the 1968 album, The Notorious Byrd Brothers, a record that for me ranks up there with the greatest music from that period--Love's Forever Changes, Spirit's Twelve Dreams of Dr. Sardonicus and The Blues Project's Projections. The album was one of the first that used a moog synthesizer and there are all kind of studio effects to predate electronic experimentation that was to follow in the 70s and 80s. (Simon and Garfunkel, and The Monkees also used the moog on one of their efforts.) David Crosby, who was fired from the band in '67 appears on some of the tracks. Interestingly, one outtake from the album is the beautiful "Triad" that was later recorded by The Jefferson Airplane on Crown of Creation. What amazes me most about this album is how well it has stood up to to the test of time. After this experimental masterpiece, The Byrds followed a more country-styled music for their next venture--Sweetheart of the Rodeo. They were the first band I ever saw in 1970. 

My new chapbook from Scars Publication titled SCREAM is up. Take a visit. It's a free read. Many thanks to Janet Krypers and team for their continued support. And while you are there check out my photos under the art section.

My new collection of previously published short prose and flash fiction available on Kindle: Split Brain.

A new collection of poetry and prose: FUTURE WARS from Another New Calligraphy press. Many thanks to Bill Ripley and my friends at Zoetrope for their help and kind words.

http://www.anothernewcalligraphy.com/2016/01/anc034-future-wars-by-kyle-hemmings

Catching Autumn

Went to the city today to catch the tail of autumn. Didn't have the energy to go to Central Park. Hung out around East Village.

A poem for the Lit Bulb Festival

This poem is part of the Lit Bulb Festival which can be found here: http://litbulbfestival.com/2015-festival-programme/ 

And many thanks to Matt Potter.                            

Synopsis of a Movie from 1968

In bed, they never take off their masks,

careful not to leave fingerprints

over each other's body parts.

They are two jewel thieves

pulling off the heist of the other,

red ruby lodged in the belly button,

diamonds stashed in the throat,

making them speechless from heights,

the fear of falling through stained glass.

When the police arrive at their villa,

one thief will swallow the other,

will sacrifice no clarity, only glittering eyes
.

Found Angels

Was in the city over the past two days and shot these.