P.S. Lorcan – Always Out Of Time

Takin’ WormTongue & ToobLips Surfing On Mercury

P.S. Lorcan July 17, 2026 July 17, 2026 Back Porch / Riffs & Poetry / Short Stacks / Typewriters Talk / Whatnot

97 degrees today, could feel like 117, with red alert air quality and oh, look, the sun’s a beach ball!

P.S. Lorcan May 23, 2026 June 7, 2026 Letters / Short Stacks / Whatnot

Footwork First! Tight spin and cat-gut later. That’s what Coach used to say. Be the ball.

P.S. Lorcan May 23, 2026 June 27, 2026 Riffs & Poetry / Whatnot

Flash. Bang. Shadows lingering.

P.S. Lorcan October 26, 2025 November 13, 2025 Whatnot

Inktober thus far.

P.S. Lorcan October 11, 2025 October 26, 2025 Letters

Rain sleet snow or thirty below, the post must flow.

P.S. Lorcan October 1, 2025 October 3, 2025 Riffs & Poetry / Whatnot

Happy Inktober First!

P.S. Lorcan September 21, 2025 September 21, 2025 Riffs & Poetry / Whatnot

So many places to be, though I could stand here in the glow all night…

P.S. Lorcan September 11, 2025 June 7, 2026 Back Porch / Letters / Riffs & Poetry / Short Stacks / Typewriters Talk / Whatnot

I was just thinking…kick pedals & a throne.

P.S. Lorcan August 10, 2025 September 11, 2025 Letters / Short Stacks / Whatnot

Dammit Ralph, Do you think Lono’s place is fireproof? And what happened to Jai-Alai?

P.S. Lorcan August 8, 2025 September 4, 2025 Back Porch / Short Stacks / Whatnot

I scoop the cat turds twice a day because I know cats will tattle.