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“You know artists – some daubs here, a dab there, and a line or two. But you’re still supposed to stay in the frame and not get paint on the wall. WHAT ?!?!? That’s not being creative, in my canvas. Unless you have paint on your elbows and over the Sherwin-Williams, you’re not really trying. […]
SALAD LADY They shut down the fish and chips. They shut down the pie place. They’re going to have to start doing something here. On Thanksgiving I’m being messaged By an unclaimed frozen turkey In a church basement freezer. And the next day I get a text, And it says “Salad Lady.”
Two Poems: Salad Lady, That COVID Sunday in San Clemente Read More »
This is my latest book, and is now available. Some of the material originally appeared right here in Head Light, part of Write Up The Road Media.
While the rain is in town for a convention Pounding the nonstick surfaces Of the stovetop skyline, The weather service warned those living in the riverbed To seek higher ground. Sanitation crews spread tweets. All great cities have two or more Four Seasons, And in the rising tide of curbside check-in She didn’t even
It Made Me Actually Wonder Read More »
There is an old saying that man only dares use his words for three purposes, to “heal, bless or prosper.” What man says of others will be said of him, and what he wishes for another, he is wishing for himself. If a man wishes someone “bad luck,” he is sure to attract bad luck
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NG IS NOT YA Stark says. SHOOT IT Give it to Jesse. Give it to Ramon. Shoot it Ramon. Shoot it. GEORGE George. George. George. Hey George! (pause) His door’s open and he’s not fucking in there. YOU KNOW ESTHER I love her to death. But if you don’t
Tales from Antiquity Read More »
It all started when Diablo realized he had a gift – or rather, a gift had him. All he had to do was sit down at a keyboard and type out what was said in his mind … short stories, poems, bits of novels all poured out of him. What was going on? The other
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