Three words… Sometimes in life I find myself wondering why in the world are you fucking kidding me just how in the hell did I Continue reading Three words…
Well, if my calculator watch serves me correctly, I believe it’s Thursday. Time for a poem. Perhaps, first you have time for a quick story. Continue reading About that time . . .
Small packages Cigarettes are never as fun as you think they’ll be when you light one up. Nothing but disappointment in a small package. The Continue reading Small packages
The Wagon I sat in the front seat, she was driving. On a small back road we passed an Idaho farm. Mostly dust now, and Continue reading poem for Thursday…
Nowhere to be. The crowd is closing in, grouping like a stockyard. Elbows are bumping, some hand grazed my hip. The air is getting thicker, Continue reading poem for thursday.
He quit He told me once that he decided to quit smoking when he visited his father who had cancer in the hospital. He saw Continue reading He quit
Overheard at the bike shop: “What’d he call me?” “Vanilla.” “Why’d he call me Vanilla?” “I dunno. Some kind of put down I guess. Trying Continue reading The greatest of all time.
Recovery My pain is with me always. It is the last thing I feel before I fall asleep, and the first thing I feel when Continue reading Recovery
Pump I’m standing around, killing the grass. A guy walks in the bike shop. I ask him how’s it going or some shit, if he Continue reading Pump
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 Cold Lid
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 Our place in the world
Knock Sometimes you’ve got to knock life around, before it knocks you around. It’s one or the other. Him or me. by