You are listening to The Nightly Chill, with Steve Arviso. We’re all a little mad here. (Feat. Adena Arviso)
All I wanted to do this year for my birthday was to enjoy some quiet time with my wife, Adena, and our dog, Fred, at our new apartment. Fred passed away early in the morning on July 10th. The world made more sense on July 8th, when she was happy and eager to play, demanding […]
In which a woman attempts to return a gift, only to discover an ancient evil slumbering beneath the local mall. Read this story as it unfolds on Twitter. It never occurred to Cassie that an ancient evil slumbered beneath the local mall. So, imagine her surprise when she found exactly that sometime last Tuesday. * […]
Note: This little rant was written two years ago, and originally posted to my Facebook page. No clue if it’s floating around elsewhere, but here it is (again). One of the most frightening aspects of today’s culture and political climate is a demand, an absolute lusting for simplicity. We’re long past the time when we […]
Welcome back to the show,I’m the Amoral Crackpot, Steve Arviso.And thank you for chilling with me tonight. I’m feelin’ good today.Like the clouds have parted a bit,and I’m seein’ Mr. Blue Sky and shit.The marijuana might have something to do with that.It’s very possible, in fact.But I like to pretend it’s just my sunny disposition […]
Good Evening, ladies and gentlemen.I’m the Amoral Crackpot, Steve Arviso.And welcome to The Nightly Chill. The Nightly Chill has never been one thing to me.It’s always been more of an idea than something set in stone.It started as a bunch of movie reviewsabout a bunch of horror movies.then reviews about any movie I wanted.Then, nothing […]
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If you want proof that Americans,as a rule,don’t give a fuck about anyone, but themselves(and the labels they choose to self-apply),all ya need to dois look at the stupid shit we’re obsessed with being mad aboutand the stuff wepurposelydon’t want to ever talk about if we can help itby any means. Our government ripped children […]
I’m a small stone grill,a mindless apparatusof unintelligent designand proof there is no God.
Clips of my live poetry reading from the World Famous Doll Hut in Anaheim, CA! (01.29.19.) Join us LIVE every Tuesday for Cuckoo Tuesdays! NOTE: Forgive the audio quality. The audio presented here was taken from recorded video footage, then barely edited together and “cleaned up” by me. FEATURED POEMS Participation Awards & Dating Apps. […]
Y’ever wonder,why we,as a species,continue to elect,pay, bribe, praise,and otherwise appointas some moral authority,a bunch of hypocritesand kiddie-fuckers? Happens a lot,don’t it?Sure says a lot,don’t it? And not just about theloonies and pervertswith terabytes of kiddie-pornand secret lovers,gay-bashing Bible-thumpers,and body-dumpers and grave-diggerswho seek out those jobs. It says a lot about us,collectively,for puttin’ them there.Again […]
The following is the first act of my upcoming audioplay, In the Red. Part of Fight the Dawn, my on-going series of original fiction and audioplays. And it is presented here as a work-in-progress, likely to grow and change with time, as it’s performed live and recorded with a variety of performers and in front […]
A little late-night note writing turned into something a little fun, a little angsty. Fuck ‘stranger danger’ if only cuz I’m lonely, hungry and horny, late-night takeout and fucking in a bed in the house that we’ll rent on Airbnb, running that background check as we cuddle in our wet-spot, cuz sharing is caring and […]
My wife and I were talking the other night about something, and we were attempting best how to describe the sort of person we were thinking of. This poem is what I ultimately came up with, but she came up with the awesome title. She was the kind of personrom-coms are marketed toward,this simplistic, narcissistic […]
As the sunlit sanity of the waking worldburns the night to ash,embrace the unbound madnessof your wildest dreams,laugh into the endless abyssof your darkest fantasies,and rage against the coming dawn. — Fight the Dawn. Steve Arviso. 2019. note: this piece also doubles as the introduction for my short fiction and audio drama series, Fight the […]
The girl sat in a chair in the kitchen of a small house in an unincorporated corner of Anaheim, a bed sheet tied around her neck. Polyps stretched and reached from seemingly every pore on her face. The skin there twitching and pulling taut as slender tendrils, some several inches long, writhed, flicked, and teased […]
As a wise man said, “The mind plays tricks on you. You play tricks back.” I think I’m about to diefrom complications ofmatters of the heart,this virus inside usinfecting every thought,carving a hole in my gutas it slithers and slides,glides and grips,bends and breaks and ripsat my grey matter,coiling around my necktill I can’t breath,nipping […]
Little note I jotted down the other night turned into this today. Neat. I’m climbin’, I’m clawin’,I’m questionin’why I’m cryin’over my decisionto climb this low-inclinestairway to a peakof a mountain topI still can’t seethrough these stars in my eyesand the shade thrown my wayby a silent minoritythat don’t want to hearanother success story,the way the […]
I was backing up the memos I wrote down on my various toys, and I came across this only mostly-finished piece. I must have come up with in the middle of some night and totally forgot about it until now. Read it in Help! Help! I’m Being Repressed! on Wattpad. Download the free MP3. She’s the […]
I’m not sure if any of us can see what all this is supposed to mean. I’m publicly hangingby the tightening threadsof an unraveling mindsomeone keeps knitting,and knitting. — Cable-Knit Sweater. Steve Arviso. 2018.