Someday you’ll understand My uncle told me once, niggers don’t want to work. I looked at him and said, I don’t want to work. We Continue reading →

more childhood trauma and injury. lately i have been on a roll. A Walk on Sunday Between Crondolet and Forsyth, on Meramec, we could walk Continue reading →

On a drive We roll by the spot where Randy once left his weed laughing together by

The weight I awoke with at start and remember nothing about the first flight of stairs on the way to my daughters room. I met Continue reading →

This one in from fritzaholic. One Gear by One Gear Thirty Four by Seventeen. Stand, Meet your Maker. by

Holiday Blues The days are now getting longer. There is something to these, the holiday blues. I don’t think it has much of anything to Continue reading →

i know that i put this up as a “prose-ish poem” a few monthes ago, but i just reworked it and now it is a Continue reading →

Brakes Belong It is frightening beyond words really what some of these people are doing these days out on the road. The equivalent in, say, Continue reading →

Camo Cans We met at one bar and then rode to another. The third stop was my front yard to shotgun beers. I bought an Continue reading →

Lessons of our Childhood Remember the time the three of us played crack the whip and Greg crashed his bike so bad he had to Continue reading →

Randy He came at night, dinnertime His car parked down the hill along the roadway, The snow was falling diagonally behind him, the flakes lit Continue reading →