Riding The Cardboard In South Side
I know, I know, you can never go home again; I’ve heard it said–heck, I may have heard it sung– but it sure did feel good to be pointed north and climbing into the mountains…
Tag: Off The Cuff
Off the cuff, off the hook, sometimes off the chain. In the right place at the right time with a pen in hand and enough head space to run. Usually a short riff but a rant or recollection could go off sideways. Hang on tight.
Stormchaser
How many cupholders have you?
Flimmdenko’s Speed Shop*
Used & Vintage Parts…Cruising The Main Drag…Custom Bent Headers & Exhaust…Straight-Cut Chromed Tips…Turn-Downs & Accents Extra…The Old Lady’s Cherry Bombs…Denk’s Deathtrap…Is That a Six-Pack?…Her Majesty’s Rolling Smokeshow…One Quarter Mile for Pink Slips…Hey, That’s Not a Christmas Tree…A Burger Basket at the Drive-In…Big Rigs on Main Street…Trailer Queens & Tire Warmers…The …
Floaties
Stars upon our lake of silver plait
Stars * * Spinning * Spinning
Burpin’ Dragons
I stand shining with Milne on this one.
#PoetryFactory
Would it be more profitable
To be a painter paid by the word
Or a poet paid by the pound?
Deuce Ex Machina
…And my inner child’s none too sparky about it neither but I went to write my grandfather a letter last week and Candy is down, shamefully, down due to neglect.
The Locksmith
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits
ain’t never made a man— True, however
Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas,
done already had at least one
Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim
Rescheduling Breakfast In America
Thank goodness for all the drive-throughs and truck stops and the serendipity of a squeaky clean and shiny taco truck rolling up alongside.
Tea Time with Nia
a clock over the mantle and a clock over the kitchen, the rest of the house oblivious to time but for the paint cracking outside,