Cold Lid This toilet seat lid is far from comfortable as I stare down at the patterns in the linoleum hall bath trying to reel Continue reading →

Our place in the world Does writing anything about it make it easier? I’ll answer that later I suppose. Or, at least, I hope I Continue reading →

Knock Sometimes you’ve got to knock life around, before it knocks you around. It’s one or the other. Him or me. by

A sled My wife turned toward me the other morning asked me do you want to get our thing and see if it sleds? What Continue reading →

From: Fitty Subject: Friday Haiku I know that I’m not an “official” contributor, but… We drank with Leche He drank Bud, we drank Bourbon What Continue reading →

Fraud I am afraid of writing of committing to it giving myself over. Its not terribly easy you know digging that deep putting it all Continue reading →

If only There is nothing else to do other than stay up late drinking beer and listening to music. Work will come with the morning Continue reading →

From: Scott Subject: thrusday poem Jonny, My buddy Jake, who is my touring/riding partner and all around bike ripper has been working for this environmental Continue reading →

The best The best poem I’ve ever written disappears from my sight and into the morning as I rub my eyes and turn off the Continue reading →

Signature Move I went home for a funeral. My Grandfather just died, and the weekend was going to be difficult. Troy thought it might cheer Continue reading →

To my grave There are very good reasons to be in bed, right now, with my wife. But instead, I’ll have another drink. You’d think Continue reading →

Nothing from the Hawk. But yet it’s still early, and hope is not dead. by