About that time . . .
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 . . .
Author Archives: Snake Hawk
Labor Day Sucks.
Well, here it is, a beautiful Labor Day in North Carolina. The hurricane weather has decided to chill out long enough to let come to Continue reading Labor Day Sucks.
Thursdee Poem
Well, it’s time. It’s been 3 long days. As I stand here, the knife in my hand shorter than the one in my brain, I Continue reading Thursdee Poem
Aw, Man.
Oh yeah, the Tour de France. Crunk Cyclist seems to capture the attention of many different kinds of thinkers, so I’d like to talk for Continue reading Aw, Man.
More News on the Mandeville Mongol
Here’s an interesting KCRW interview centering on the jerkwad doctor that tried to some bros on July 4th. It’s worth a listen anyway. Go America. Continue reading More News on the Mandeville Mongol
Well, Anyways…
I was gonna write a Thursday poem, but it occurred to me in the nick of time that this is Friday. What that tells me Continue reading Well, Anyways…
There’s a bear in your cave, bro.
Hey Dewdz. I’ve been spending a couple of days, or a week, or something, getting my head back on straight. There was an art opening. Continue reading There’s a bear in your cave, bro.
Haikuesday, Some time in 1998.
Eyes like donut holes. Legs quivering, empty flask. Pork rinds in my ears. But Jonny is fine. Cottage cheese in pantyhose, jiggling as he laughs.
Haikuesday
the valley grew dark suddenly, as big jonny went back to the fridge.
Tests are for Nerds. Nerds are hot right now.
Hey, okay. This is where it starts for me, my foray into the gang of cruel hustlers. I’ve got my shirt off, bitches. And the Continue reading Tests are for Nerds. Nerds are hot right now.
Thursdaiku
Thundering planet a ham hock in a tube sock juan grand rides again
If You Thought They Looked Great in the Yard….
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….