Category Archives: Updates

edges and centers rivets and feathers nothing holds ever so let it ride unfold slouching gyres come and go laving on paint thick as Vinny Van Gogh from Top Sail to York from Flagstaff to Cork nobody sings like Aly … Continue reading →

What I like about Ray is the way he notices the little things that don’t count toward the business end of the day: peeled paint, mossy shingles, pine needles & cones, the freshly dug hole & mound of dirt beside … Continue reading →

Throw things at the wall and see what sticks!   My Old Man knew the artist’s mantra, so he tossed my mother’s hotcakes at the cupboard door, called them “dough-gods,” “sweat-pads,” and “pot holders.” He did it for a laugh, … Continue reading →

questioning gods and wars are acts of treason. hell is the reward for questioners; death for traitors; prison for not playing by the rules. not doing what you’re told can get you killed in war, and isn’t it more or … Continue reading →

  To write poetry is to know   comfort, the temporary calm, security   floating in the eye of the storm,   to be left alone, the slipstream   gatherer affording time one needs   to imagine empathy, the privilege … Continue reading →

            for Chris LaTray Back in the fifties we were afraid of dying on Dead Man’s Curve just east of town on Highway 10. It was right above my house, so I imagined some dark … Continue reading →

                   for Colin Avoiding the work of weeding is a habit handed down from my dad, a piss-poor farmer who’d only raised Hell and a few eyebrows. Panicky days I wish I … Continue reading →

You’ll have to excuse me or I hope you’ll excuse me actually I don’t really care   Well I do but I don’t know how to tell you I’m sorry you are so insecure or   Arrogant that you feel … Continue reading →

have always been full of men and hearty women slinging stories painting landscapes those tools for nothing and possibility places of escape to mind one’s own mind business rabbit holes to the looking glass that back-bar gaze the aftermath tomorrow’s … Continue reading →

  for Dick Hugo   You drove here to catch a Superior fish, got snagged in The Montana Bar. This bartender knows your word is good for nothing, runs you a tab all cutthroat feel is wrong as shadow ghosts … Continue reading →