i ride the painted pony through a desert in my mind forlorn i ride with no intent not stopping to enjoy only to endure that which i cannot express i pass through valleys with ceilings of cloud filled skies abundance overflows and no flower ever grew so tall as to reach that far off peak … Continue reading we enjoy myself
I started writing about a year ago. I find myself constantly writing about the president throughout the past two years. I didn’t start out to do this; in fact I’d rather not be doing it at all. I have short stories I’d really like to work on. But I just can’t help it. It’s almost … Continue reading The Daily Trump
Europe 1983 On tour with my band in a van that badly needs a shower. A quick dip in the Mediterranean merits an Italian heist and two days of misery trying to replace our stolen passports. Finally over the border and on our way to Paris. Confidently I try to check into our hotel as … Continue reading Trois
Is there a Literacy Council available to the president? Enquiring minds need to know. Is it irony or pure whimsy that delights me so in the thought that a man whose “vast” fortune is made in the hotel industry, which relies on “boarders,” and whose political currency is based on “borders,” doesn’t know the difference … Continue reading Boarders?
How do I survive in 2018 without becoming disillusioned? Our environment is toxic and the current administration seems ok with that as long as there’s money to be made. Global warming is a hoax while the west coast burns year after year. If only we’d raked more. The drug industry inflates costs of life saving … Continue reading Navigating a Toxic World
Don Quixotic: Tilting at Windmills Late night with the Donald Trump, sitting at his desk trying to look busy…“What’s this?” “Our liberty depends on the freedom of the press, and that cannot be limited without being lost.” Thomas Jefferson Someone had left this note on Trump’s desk and he was furious. “Damn Leakers…Fake News!” He … Continue reading Don Quixotic
When I was a kid people named their children after family members or friends who they admired or wanted to honor. My father was from the south. He had a brother named Solen, as well as one named Woodfin. They got the shorter end of the family tree as my father’s name was James and … Continue reading Names in 2018