Thursday, May 31, 2012

The Infinite Distance

Your poetry is lonely. And yet, you write to feel less alone.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

3 Interleaved Blocks Of Wood, Shot Through With Ink And Shipped Across The World


This year, I will be reissuing a text-only version of I Wrote This For You. Currently, the price of the printed book is around $25.00 on – which is unfortunately out of reach of many people. 200 pages of full-colour photography will do that. The text-only version will be much cheaper although I can’t say exactly how much cheaper yet. If all goes to plan, it’ll contain around 500 entries.

Here is an important bit, in this great big wall of text, hence I am making it bold. Post in the comments below what entries you absolutely have to see in the book. You can also comment on facebook or message me on twitter.

It’s hard for me to create something that doesn’t have Jon’sphotography in it and call it I Wrote This For You because the photography, for me, is an integral part of the process. But I believe there are people who want to be able to hold a piece of this and I believe this is the most reasonable way of doing that.

I will also be releasing a diary/journal that right now has Please Write Back as a working name. It’s a selection of writing from I Wrote This For You, with blank pages that allow you to write back.

If people do actually write back to me, I’m planning on hosting what they write online somewhere and linking it to I Wrote This For You.

There’s also, as always, the I Wrote This For You audio book in the works. It’s taking a long time because there’s about 200 different things I want to do with it and I’m not going to stop until I know which of those 200 things is the best.

Finally, I’m busy working on a standalone book, currently called 21/11 or Intentional Dissonance or Whatever I Feel Like right now as a working title. If I miss a day posting on I Wrote This For You, it’s because I’m working on this.

Keep well. I miss you,


Monday, May 28, 2012

The Pain Unfelt

I have told myself you are not allowed to hurt me anymore. That's what hurts the most.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

The Space Between Oxygen And Hydrogen

When the air touches water, it makes a mirror. When I touch you, you do the same.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

The Monster Made Of Black Paint

Close your eyes if the world offends you. Because it's better to be the only blind person in the world than to try and make the whole world blind.

Monday, May 21, 2012

The Reason For Airports

You can only hurt someone until there's nothing left to hurt.

Friday, May 18, 2012

The Remaining Mirrors

And I hide because there's more to me than what you see and I'm not sure you'd like the rest. I know that sometimes, I don't like the rest.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

The Glass Attic Of My Mind

What would you like to tell yourself today, to make yourself feel ok?

Tuesday, May 15, 2012


Makes the heart absent. I'm just not here right now. I will return shortly.

Monday, May 14, 2012

The Line Between Madness And Life

When I'm crazy, you tell me it's just the chemicals in my brains mixing and unmixing themselves at the wrong time.

When I'm in love, you tell me it's as real as sunshine and we're greater than just molecules and air.

So I choose to believe different things, depending on my love. Depending on my chemicals. At the time.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

The House We Keep Moments In

May you do the things you want to and always remember what it felt like when you were doing them.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The Defiance Of The Different

Most importantly, if you can at all avoid it, don't be normal. Strive, burn and do everything you can to avoid being the industry standard. Even the highest industry standard. Be greater than anything anyone else has ever dreamed of you. Don't settle for pats on the back, salary increases, a nod-and-a-smile. Instead, rage against the tepidness of the mundane with every fiber of whatever makes you, you. Change this place.

Please, do that for me.

Monday, May 7, 2012

The Remaining Me

Even after the entire world has taken me apart, there's still a part of me left for you. 

Thursday, May 3, 2012

The Carrington Event

Love proudly. Let it burn anything between you.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

The Day We Stopped Dying

You're wrong.

The question is not

"How many times can your heart be broken?"

 The question is

"How many times can it heal?"