William J Mullen

William J Mullen

Novelist, freak poet, commentary

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴɪɢᴍᴀ

I am a writer, a poet, a laborer, an excavator and tractor operator, a husband, a dad, a citizen, a child, a freak, a man, an enigma Stoic and sour, frantic and sweet, young and old, walking while waking asleep…

ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

Words I am to them as they are to me A catalyst Each a path to the others greater good An oroboros; the snake that…

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺

The road to harmony There are those that live in harmony, a place just around the corner from our sweaty skin realities, out there far…

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I think very little writing is unique. In the great history of human ideas engraved in print for posterity, it’s all been said before, there…

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Crossing the state line into California at some unknown hour, we were run ragged after the dizzying events of this evening — How we managed to make it here was beyond me. Into the Mystic, I thought as we chugged up the Truckee river valley and through the town of Mystic. We tiptoed through the small town of Truckee being chased by the soon-to-be-rising sun, somewhere far out to the east and over the edge of the world. We pulled the VW off the highway and into the rest stop at Donner Summit, stopping in the late mid-August night. I pulled the bus in with the over-the-road rigs and wondered if any of them had witnessed the roadside events of several days earlier in Nebraska. I went inside the facility and washed off the last little bits of dried blood from the side of my face.

*** An excerpt from my novel Anywhere But Here Anywhere But Here

The Tithonia Queen

Bees Constant and persistent, small wings charged by summer sun warm and soft like youth buzz by strafing red orange inflorescence Coming and going, they…

Superposition

I write between the day and night, early, when the ether is thin and permeable and laughing spirits play with your thoughts When the ether…

In a Perfect Circle

I thought to myself today, going about my duties of the emergent spring, that the only thing actually negative in my life, were the words…