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Meatloaf and Mashed Potatoes and Guns

Tonight I’m eating meatloaf and mashed potatoes and peas, classic American diner food, and the news in the background is talking about the school shooting in Nashville. I can’t stop thinking about the grandboy. I’ve never seen any human eat as much that kid. It’s a mathematical impossibility anyone so skinny can eat so much […]

The Laws Of Man In 2023

I’ve learned a lot about modern man and law recently. Sadly, the most I learned reaffirmed and cemented my opinion of the legal system in this country. I thought in that moment about Atticus Finch, and how it’s all fallen down now. I swore an oath to a god I’m not quite certain I subscribe […]

Blackwing Pencils And The Greatness

There are gifted people who walk among us mortals who are just better. They walk a step ahead and above the rest of us. This isn’t good or bad, it is simply is how it is. I read somewhere that a hundred and twenty billion people have lived on earth since day one. The greats, […]

Talking To A Writer Friend

I’m talking to a writer friend last night. We’ve never met face-to-face, but I’ve read her work and it’s very good. Often raw and real. She is a poet, and a genuine poet. She was expressing to me her disappointment, and possible disillusionment, at this whole writing and storytelling world some of us find ourselves […]

We Were Good

Because Of The Song Bob Wrote Feet planted on the same ground where we’ve stood since our time began. The beginning of time, in a sense. Before our time, the world was a black and white and grainy four-inch by four-inch square with sculpted borders and pasted in a book. This was a place our […]

Truck Shop Boys…

One of my clients is a trucking company. I stop in the shop and bullshit with the wrenches every time I’m there. They break my balls about working on the easy shit, computers and stuff, and ask questions about why Pornhub is blocked in the shop managers PC, but they know I’m one of them, […]

Poverty

Kiss me with your dry and cracked lips; your mouth full of crooked and broken teeth; your breath the sweetness of sour milk and once again, call me your good boy. No one else ever called me that. No one else ever would call me that again. But you found your goodness what was missing […]

It Wasn’t Always Like This

It wasn’t always like this, the rush and commotion and panic and dread of something so meaningless. No, it was simpler, because it was a simpler time. A scary a-bomb time, but simpler. The season was shorter, and it was less important, because it is less important.A man could make a hundred dollars a week […]

It’s been the same dream since my first dream.

It’s been the same dream since my first dream. A prairie somewhere, level as glass for miles in any direction. In an ocean of switchgrass sits a junkyard and a teepee and a ‘51 Shoebox flathead Ford. It’s not a shiny black Ford, with chrome glistening in some summer’s sun. The body is rust-pitted and […]

Dear Christmas,

Dear Christmas, Two weeks into all this noise, and to be truthful, the decorations and stuff are bugging me. Clutter pisses me off and distracts me. It’s all looking ratty. I do like the lights, but that’s about it. If it was up to me, we could put up lights in October and leave them […]