The vast faction of North American kitsch lovers have adored its image for decades. As a young buck, I remember my folks’ nauseated reaction to Continue reading If You Thought They Looked Great in the Yard….→
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 Thursday’s Poem – Brakes Belong→
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 Thursday’s Poem – Camo Cans→
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 poem for thursday.→
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 Thursday’s Poem – Randy→
Glorious Days Abound. Getting the potato cannon out was a really good idea. We had been drinking for a couple of hours and had like Continue reading (not really) a poem for thursday.→
The Momentum There used to be a time in my life when the moment mattered. Now, nothing is moving. Everything is a steady motionlessness. More Continue reading poem for thursday…hey, i was busy.→
The deal I thought I’ll show them I as failed every class my last semester save the two I actually needed to graduate. In them Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – The deal→
here are a couple haikus 1. the whistle tips go whoo-whooooo, thats it and thats all. you need whistle tips. 2. the famous big jon, Continue reading poem for thursday→
God Bless Her My wife was speaking to her mother on the telephone asking about ideas for my Christmas present. And my mother-in-law down in Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – God Bless Her→
Seventeen years later It was J.C.’s dark blue Gary Fisher AL-1 that I rode first around the driveway of my parents house back in Pennsylvania. Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Seventeen years later→
Dealers of Death They all circled one big round table. The anticipation was alive in the spittle on their lips. No one was talking or Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Dealers of Death→