He got his
I’ll have to start remembering the actual cross streets for these fun little stories I’ve been dutifully transcribing upon these vaulted pages. This morning I Continue reading He got his
Category Archives: Expressive Rhythmic Literary Work
It came in with the wind
Hey, it looks like Thursday to me. And that means it’s time for some poetry. From: Charlie S. Subject: Poem whoa, dropped a bean where’d Continue reading It came in with the wind
Today’s random offering
Library, again. Within your bosom, I view this confine of law
What is and what does…
I get the weirdest email. All the “wanna bigger penis?” ones plus “pain meds!” and the like. Some offer no text other than the nonsense Continue reading What is and what does…
Value of improvement to property
Value of improvement to property Laying flat on my back on the kitchen floor with my hands on my face. Steve Earl playing “Poncho & Continue reading Value of improvement to property
A poem by any other name…
…is still a poem. Found this one last week and thought I’d share. You know, because I can. Handymen By Cornelius Eady The furnace wheezes Continue reading A poem by any other name…
Today, I wear red
Today, I wear red. The Big Game. The One. The Decider. I don’t much care which way it goes. I only hope for a good Continue reading Today, I wear red
I rode a bike
I rode a bike. Got lost by the mall roundabout. How the hell do I get past this? Went home. A kid yelled out his Continue reading I rode a bike
What I drive past every day
What I drive past every day Avalanche, Armada, Navigator. All Black. All sitting on twenties. There is even a Porsche in there somewhere. A black Continue reading What I drive past every day
Three words…
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…
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 . . .
Small packages
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