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A free preview of my latest book, The Berry Pickers

Click here to download a free preview! “It was the way the fadin’ late afternoon sun caught the side of her face, and made her skin glow like fire, and her eyes danced with little sparkles, like gold or maybe diamonds. It was May, I think, maybe June. She wore a fancy dress full of […]

Amigos

I’m not quite sure what this piece below will fit into. I need to finish writing the prequel to The Three Lives Of Richie O’Malley. This guy, Vinny (speaking here) is such a great character. I’m adding a link to the free short story that eventually will become that book. You can download it here, […]

Windswept

There is a comfort in knowing if I stand in this exact place and look to the west, every June 2 at 6:34 am, when the sky is cloudless and clear, the sun will shine precisely on that spot, and that rock. The trees around me will grow and die and fall, and the rock […]

Warm Schlitz And Jack Daniel’s

He always smelled of Brylcream and I wasn’t even fully sure what that was, but he said it was stuff he put in his hair. I found that quite odd since he didn’t have all that much hair and what hair had on the top was thin, and probably at one time red. From five […]

Days I Barely Remember, But Can’t Forget

I used to look on the world with the wonder of an eight-year-old boy in a junkyard. Life was filled with confounding pieces and parts found scattered amongst the weeds and wildflowers. Scavenging and hoarding, I’d bring home my prizes and hide them. Later, with my stash, I’d take it all apart with wrenches and […]

I Had Another Dream About The Farm Last Night

I stood in the same spot where the big yellow and rusted bulldozers had come to rape the dirt and cut deep gouges and ruts in the soil, and I wondered why the earth didn’t bleed from such gashes. The air was cold and tiny ice crystals burned and froze the inside of my nose. […]

An American Success Story…

I bet Santos is innocent. In 2020 he said he had a net worth of $50,000 and the next year he “loaned” his campaign $750,000… maybe he started taking his lunch and cut out the lattes at Starbucks. Isn’t that what the facist/capitalist tell people who are broke and struggling? It’s the poor people’s own […]

Summers…

    Apologizing to Springsteen Momentarily staggered at the vast number of years since I first heard, ‘A screen door slams and Mary’s dress sways…” A ‘67 Chevelle, a 327, with fuelies, Edlebrock intake, Holly carburetor and Hooker headers, to the late 20th Century small block Ford, now fuel injected, and some sweet shorty headers, […]

Factory

  Grime is the first word for the place. A small city whose best days were cast in the sooty sunshine of the late American industrial age. As those days faded and closed, the city lived on, diminished and smaller. Violent crime came home from the second big war to add color to the grime. […]

Tax Day…

On this day I’m deeply and truly grateful for for my bookkeeper and accountant. Left to my own devices I’d never file or pay taxes, I’d let them come after me. This deadline-extension-filing idiocy is honestly beyond my ability to care about or deal with. I remember one time in the 70s I owed the […]