91718: to the time I held the guitar for three days when you departed.

I wanted to know why the hands stopped yearning for the strings they were caked bumps and callous patterns not the right kind of progressions not the desired ones yet underneath the stuttering grip and the delicate-less fumble of the fretless here I set beyond the waking hours with the deepest of needs before sunriseContinue reading “91718: to the time I held the guitar for three days when you departed.”

Letter to you, Void. (from Idlewind #1)

I’ve been trying left and right to express myself, but nothing works anymore. Social media is too much for me at times, I can’t rotoscope, sell, or innovate fast enough for youtube, no instagram filter is kind enough to my physique (and they told me that is needed if you want to beat the algorithm).Continue reading “Letter to you, Void. (from Idlewind #1)”

An American Pastime.

To bury a child is an abomination. To bury the second is unsavory, but familiar. To bury the third is industry. Child burial is a coarse proposition like the rope that lowers the flag When god used to look, his head would lower too. Can the father spare thoughts for the republic, trapped in theContinue reading “An American Pastime.”

Will transparency yield more creativity?

I’m trying to be more transparent about my process and who I am. Not just to the outside world, but to myself. Sometimes, the default choice is to keep an opinion to myself, keep quiet. It has served me well a few times, but the healthier option is to be more open and find thatContinue reading “Will transparency yield more creativity?”

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Follow Idlewind, WY on Instagram @idlewindwy for creative prompts to start your art! Are you a working class creative? Let me know what you’re working on! -J. Alejandro P.S. What the hell is this all about? What is Idlewind? Check out my first post.