Saturday, December 15, 2018

The Jackals

My previous life on Blue Jay Way is at best a cautionary tale for the jackals.

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Sunday, November 25, 2018

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Like About

The thing I like about living in this country is that I understand the language most of the time.

Saturday, October 6, 2018

You Left

Save your monkey kisses for the two mistakes I found on the Magical Mystery Tour album you left at the lake.

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

You Say

Watch what you say to me, careful who you're talkin' to.  I'm on fired, baby.  I'm on fire.

Monday, September 10, 2018

My Mind

There are monsters in my head working my mind like a stripper at a truckstop.

Monday, September 3, 2018

That Day

It's like that day you ran between the sprinklers and fell into the creek.

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Was Always

She invited me everywhere I wanted to go, but she was always distracted.

Saturday, August 11, 2018


I'm going to turn my mind off tonight whether I know it or not.

Sunday, August 5, 2018

Wednesday, July 25, 2018


Fifteen miles outside of Abilene she spotted the steak house from Seat 21C.

Saturday, July 14, 2018

The Single Thought

The world is no larger than the single thought that I am holding in my head right now.

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Monday, June 11, 2018

Then She

Margret's predilection for chicken carbonara led to her downfall.

Then she won the lotto.

Monday, April 23, 2018

Friday, April 20, 2018

On Your

Change the captions on your photographs so people will not discern that you have participated in your own life.

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Black Asteroid

*Easter Sunday* 
Making his debut at Kursaal Club with Materia . . . *

Monday, March 12, 2018

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Can Be

More stories about abandoned satanic playgrounds and how cleaning your oven can be toxic to your health.

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Enough To

Remember when you were young enough to spot trouble a mile away?

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Now This

Bucky's Gran Torino broke down out on the interstate and was stripped and left wafting on four rusty tire jacks seventeen miles past the old Rest Area.

And now this . . . 

Pinecone Stew