Chemohawk Sessions

Faux Poets! You have heard a portion of Easel of Havoc, told by yours truly, sincerely and respectfully, and now you get to hear it in its entirety by Asset Athena. She was kind enough to read it and had a mind to heed it. And this is a wonderful accompanying text to enjoy with the novel: The Silent Patient! Keep perusing inspirational stories and keep fstars writing you faux poets and writer ghos...

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts! It is I, the bold podcasting personality who is a more discrete poet on the sly. "Where the coffee would be warm even if the welcome wasn't." Clive Barker The Forbidden "You can only debilitate, devour and destroy perfection upon additional inspection; instead, bask in the infection of perceived perfection rather than engage in intense fla...

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts, Every single social interaction can be a fruitful transaction, a frictional detraction or a frivolous distraction. -Falsetto Prophet "Be wary of those who cut your hair, into their barbaric barber eyes, it's best not to stare; sometimes your initial fallacious thoughts are not beyond repair--this scissor brandishing slasher, for you, might actually...

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts, Every single social interaction can be a fruitful transaction, a frictional detraction or a frivolous distraction. -Falsetto Prophet Do enjoy this Faux Poet teaser episode preparing your senses and your sensory perception for the subsequent full episode of Lecture 4: Faux Poet: Proofreading Their Minds, Nevermind the Proof-- How to, for Your Reader, Write, E...

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts, For those of you who doubt your ability to write, your own artistic kindling you must ignite, fight to write tight and the reader's emotion…incite. But are you true? Are you the sole, unadulterated author and architect of your own words? Are your words borrowed, reused, misused or outright stolen, pilfered, filched or purloined? How do you know if you sh...

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts! Welcome to your lecture 3 teaser episode. The most subtle and surprising places, people, muses and inspirations, our writing affected, possibly perfected, on those inexplicable innovations, we have reflected, such strange insights from films, scenes and places unexpected. Master Chief John James "Jack" Urgayle (From the film G.I. Jane) reciting the...

"All it took was a mislaid spark To burn, to the dirt, the park: Should you smell smoke after dark-- It's from a cigar--his trade fucking mark." Do the right thing and you'll stay free, steal Zeebo's goddamn nose and the punishment will be weighty, so call up your boy Weegee and apologize for being pissy! Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Cam...

Hello Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts, You can construct a perfect poem on occasion and you can write, more frequently, with enough infectious style and enlivening energy, your readers might mistake those pieces for perfection, but rarely will your own raw recognition of your work sincerely coincide with theirs. -Falsetto Prophet Do politely take, not forsake, an inspiring muse, you can use it, or re...

"You'll dine, in delight, on one soup a night; taste more than one, you'll be undone." Sanguinary Nicks and Scary Flicks Spilling Popcorn and Blood It knows what tears at, wares on and repairs you. SUNLIGHT AT MIDNIGHT! Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire-   Tonight, the soup may be green, the gargoyle personifies mean and Nev...

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts, If you are not exhibiting the concept of promptitude for a sightly, stood-up date, a docile creature who eagerly awaits both your arrival and the corresponding tale explaining your tardiness, listen no further than to my poem Pledge From a Passerby: the end all, be all, see all, know all of sterling excuses for said unpunctuality! Are you in store for, of th...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire- Tonight, an old lifeguard, a highfalutin bitch and the bookworm of the school tread deep fucking trouble in the shallow end of the pool. Here you can sip on bottomless coffee, stay up late and await your own ocean bottom bed made up by the un fucking dead. Can you sense the undead calm, or is it dead calm le...

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts, For those of you who doubt your ability to write, your own artistic kindling you must ignite, fight to write tight and the reader's emotion…incite. I will be the first to pontificate on both the individual and expanding, externalizing value of the written word--for these words, painstakingly selected and assorted in an artistic, naturalistic configuratio...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire- Tonight, Ashley from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air refuses to easily scare and burns up in her colonial home with a gown so white and perfect hair. Sardo proves as fraudulent as his fake fucking vomit, and this trio fucked with the wrong interdimensional comet. The spell of the second fright and an interdimens...

Howdy Slick Tear Slippers, You comprise, constitute and coalesce my throngs of both intelligent, emotional and emotionally intelligent cinematic fanatic fans--and you are legion. Is there a method to your leaking peepers or is that visual teary-eyed visage more situational and erratic? Some scenes and sequences in these slick flicks are so dramatic, climatic, emphatic and traumatic you have no cho...

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts, Are you in store for, of these Faux Poet teasers, more? Let us, new projects and novel pursuits, explore as my creative mind takes flight and shapes its wing into a a graceful, gliding soar. This 'twill serve as your second Faux Poet teaser where my treasured poem How to Draw a Blank is read, with proficient poise and powerful panache, by Emcee Brittney!...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire-   Tonight, Eric Matthews from Boy Meets World enters another past/dimensional world, and proves sly as a fucking fox with the boom box.   We wonder if that lost frisbee caught on a branch of the Hangman's Tree.   Good Evening, Match Scratchers!   "When midnight chimes, we both will meet, Podcasting...

**A Chemohawk Celebratory Cheers to my 200th posted episode of Chemohawk Sessions!!!** Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts, Are you in store for 200 more? Let us, new projects and novel pursuits, explore as my creative mind takes flight and shapes its wing into a a graceful, gliding soar. This 'twill serve as your premiere Faux Poet teaser where my coveted poem The Whole Tried World is read...

Greetings Faux Poets! I never harbored the mental agility, acuity or acumen to be an astronaut, the duplicitous nature required to be a political animal, the fortitude to be a farmer, no… but I do possess both a penchant and the penmanship to be a poet!   Hello Fellow Faux Poets and wishing, willing, winsome--possibly wanting--writers. To steal, borrow, temporarily liberate, and utilize for my own...

Howdy Slick Tear Slippers, You comprise, constitute and coalesce my throngs of both intelligent, emotional and emotionally intelligent cinematic fanatic fans--and you are legion. Is there a method to your leaking peepers or is that visual teary-eyed visage more situational and erratic? Some scenes and sequences in these slick flick s are so dramatic, climatic, emphatic and traumatic you have no ch...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire-   Tonight, these two siblings who festoon their bedrooms with garlic cloves come to learn some but not near all of what their shifty neighbor's son knows.   When you are deep into your candystriper night shift, candy corn from a corny potential suitor just might bridge the otherwise deep, wide rift.   Go...

Howdy Slick Tear Slippers, Hello again! With one Slick Tear Slip Down and 3 more to deliver to your ear canals, I hope you have resilient peepers, a box of absorbent and velveteen rabbit a** soft cloths for your tear ducts and are feeling sentimental! You comprise, constitute and coalesce my throngs of both intelligent, emotional and emotionally intelligent cinematic fanatic fans--and you are legi...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, by campfire, we conspire... Tonight, Johnny aims to strike down every bowling pin and spare his compassionate kin, he's a deceased mister, she's a, by episodes end, his released, at peace sister.   Good Evening, Match Scratchers!   "When midnight chimes, we both will meet, Podcasting slick, sick tales to scare; Master yo...

Howdy Slick Tear Slippers, You comprise, constitute and coalesce my throngs of both intelligent, emotional and emotionally intelligent cinematic fanatic fans--and you are legion. Is there a method to your leaking peepers or is that visual teary-eyed visage more situational and erratic? Some scenes and sequences in these slick flics are so dramatic, climatic, emphatic and traumatic you have no choi...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire- Tonight, can you hear the wind wailing in the trees, or is that the cackle of a sly, deceptively spry witch, these boys will make crank calls when they're too lazy for ding, dong, ditch!   Good Evening, Match Scratchers!   Welcome to CAMPFIRE SCARYTALES, where our campsite will affright till morning ligh...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire- Tonight, can you hear the bagpipes over the deep, dark grave of Blind Paul--when Sean types, or are those the wails, moans and pleads from the BB's book brought to adjust the attitude of he who gripes? Good Evening, Match Scratchers! "When midnight chimes, we both will meet, Podcasting slick, sick t...