Christopher Wynn as Blogger, Essayist, Journalist & Storyteller

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CLEAR THOUGHTS

I see clear thoughts walking on the wind with clouded ideas in stillness

March 5, 2016

WE ARE PRIZE FIGHTERS

Our lives are simple. They mean everything to us and nothing at the same time. Excuse me, our lives our complex. Our lives our simple to us, the simple minded suicide kings perhaps out for a little more then celebrity and success.

July 21, 2015

BRAIN FOOD

Coffee and bagels, the brain food of champions…

We had a successful 2nd read thru today (with a newly cast actress for one of the roles), 1st rehearsal for the 2nd episode of the series. I am anxious to keep the ball rolling with this project so it is necessary to stay emphatic with the need to rehearse because getting around people’s schedules is a chore all on its own.

July 18, 2015

QUESTIONABLY BETTER

Everything seems to come on delay as we put together this compa…well, I don’t see how we are really a company yet, with two dedicated guys and some interested and talented friends, all with questionably better things to do on any given day.

April 3, 2014

IN TIMES OF IGNORANCE

We have our eight hours, but we are not as busy in these dog days of summer, yet we have a lot to accomplish, and this is one of those days that we take the time, our own unpaid time, to busy on its side and make something of ourselves…as ludicrous as that might sound.

July 20, 2014

THE RAINY WOMAN

A Thoughtless Parable…

March 28, 2014

ONLY EIGHT REMAINED, A SHORT STORY

April stood in front of the mirror and bathroom sink wearing a new red sun dress.   She liked to chew her lower lip when she was conflicted, and Johanna noticed while she was watching her from the doorway.

September 6, 2013

PAYING TRIBUTE, A CONCERT REVIEW

“Welcome to our Ludacris tribute tour,” said the outgoing frontwoman, Thao Nguyen, of my new flavor of the week, Thao & The Get Down Stay Down.

July 26, 2013

CELEBRATION, A SHORT STORY

Lonny B just bought those shoes. He actually likes those shoes. He chose them himself without the usual opinion of his wife who even complimented them when she saw them. A real compliment too, not her usual forced homage where her voice gets two octaves higher like she’s trying to scratch the outer film of his cornea.

MAY 21, 2013

EVERYDAY, A NEW ADVENTURE OR MOVIE GONE NOWHERE

Upon my return to a catering event I worked at a New York club that I would normally never step foot in, I found myself lost in a world of much less intrigue and much more absurdity.

April 28, 2007

TAPES ‘N TAPES AND…

November 3, 2006

VIERENTWINTIG HET HORLOGE VAN ZEVEN ZELFMOORD

My mind starts to wander.  The thoughts hit me like a ton of bricks.  My brain aches and a slow moving pain goes up and down my spineTo the ends of all my extremities and back to my chestWhere they lay to rest around my fast beating heartSqueezing it one vessel at a time.

September 6, 2006

A-TYPICAL IRONY DISGUISED AS A STING RAY

Here’s something…

A man spends his life dedicated to the conservation of animals.  He immerses himself in wildlife and takes what some might consider “unnecessary” risks, with the most dangerous creatures known to man, with a video camera not far behind him.

September 5, 2006

WELCOME TO CHI – TOWN – PART 3 – 3

It all ends here with my favorite and the greatest band of all time, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, who were the main headline of this three-day event in the second city to the nation, but first in our hearts.

August 10, 2006

TRAPPED ON RANDALL’S ISLAND – PART 2 – 3

Billed as “the final Ozzfest”.  The Internet is cunning and will lead you astray if you are not careful.  It has told me many things in order for me to prepare for my 2nd venture into the unknown…and it has steered me wrong.

July 31, 2006

LOST IN NEW JERSEY – PART 1 -3

We sucked the power out of Queens and it sucks the life out of me.  It just so happens that a little old place called LaGuardia is located there.  And, furthermore, FYI, my good buddy was flying into the city the day where that little old place had no power.

July 30 2006

MAKE PEACE NOT WAR

It’s three in the morning.  I’ve just left a random party that I ended up at on the upper east side that ended up in Central Park.  I’ve lost all energy so I leave.  I walk though the park and get turned around.

June 25, 2006

I’LL DRINK YOUR BLOOD

At a used bookstore in Soho I picked up a book called Mulatto America by Stephen Talty.  On the inside flap it said “Stephen Talty proposes that, along with the hatred that ruled the relationship between blacks and whites for so long, there has been a largely unexamined flip side: a powerful attraction that led both races to mimic each other.”

April 23, 2006

I DREAMED OF DEATH

Last night I dreamed of death Losing a loved one and the feeling behind it I woke up in a cold sweat, a warm pain, and deep thoughts

April 5, 2006

SWEAT AND TEARS

A cigarette never tasted so good at least as far back as a memory holds No matter if through the seconds of dark cloud rain to the now scorching heat from the sun above, the mix of weather can  cause a person to go ill

MAR 29, 2006

A SOLDIER’S TALE

Standing above a void A Battlefield Looking down on a war torn saga of devalued hope and misaligned justice No God nor faith could foresee or prevent the turmoil Or the struggle their children’s hearts

March 27, 2006

DREAMING OF CHANGE

March 22, 2006

REMEMBERING THIS DREAM I HAD

I am a self-diagnosed Insomniac.  When you can’t sleep a wink for days on end what would you call it?

March 22, 2006

LOOK AT YOURSELF

I wasn’t always like this.  I didn’t always live behind 4 brick walls only to emerge when the cement started to wear down.  I didn’t always push everyone away and avoid eye contact, worried that someone might see right through my wall.

March 19, 2006

TERMS OF ENDEARMENT?

What should I call you?  Honey?  Baby?  Sweetie? Boo? Love? Lover? Friend?  Should I call you by your last name and appear condescending and heartless?

March 19, 2006

I.T. GUYS ARE THERE FOR YOU

“What’s the problem?” Jim asks still munching on chips.

Vince looked at Jim, in awe of his caveman-esque mannerisms and responds, “I can’t seem to check my voicemail.”

“Sure you can,” Jim snaps back before shoving a handful of chips down his over-sized throat.

March 16, 2006

SUBWAY

A typical quiet ride on the Subway.  None of my brothas busting made moves to Hip Hop and a cap full of change.  No interesting conversations being spread throughout the car.
I sit back with my headphones, drowned in heavy rock music, before opening my eyes and noticing the man across the aisle, and man you wouldn't notice unless you wanted too.
An older white man with his own unique style. Dressed in shabby clothing and messed up shoes.

March 5, 2006