Category Archives: Updates

you always say the same thing which is nothing and everything until things get changed and rearranged because the thing is one thing leads to another breath and the next until death pulls you into the black unless we move … Continue reading →

At eighteen we decided to seal the deal with a license, stifle the gossip about living in sin, and cohabit conventionally. I remember my dad’s terse reaction, pause and expression . . . which I understand better today. He knew … Continue reading →

  My first summer out of high school, five hundred miles from home, I moved into a basement apartment with a new roommate from Hardin   who dug rock and roll and marijuana, indulged my photography and poems. We pooled … Continue reading →

I cough into my hand a palm-full of maggots, blow my nose and flying ants fill the room. My white handkerchief is a nest of trouble. I’m sweating. I know something is wrong with me. Systematically my army is putting … Continue reading →

How to answer or better yet Ask the question . . . and What question you might ask When really why may be Where you want to go   Which is a valid inquiry And the one you think you … Continue reading →

  she rode the Greyhound from L.A. to Montana every year holding her rosary her water the bus tires to the road and watched the moon glow out her window the same moon she’d wished on in Connemara before she … Continue reading →

it’s all a mystery what makes us tick   what matters the whys   how we deal with each other how we handle ourselves   one man cries one woman hits   one billion-plus will never quit two billion more … Continue reading →

The Ninemile House was renowned for its T-bones and prime rib. Max Huff’s recipes,   Roquefort dressing, spaghetti with grilled garlic-buttered French bread. Butterfly prawns shelled   by hand, and the fries like the burger patties were pressed fresh daily. … Continue reading →

Where else can you go when the sweet dream turns on you, hair up, baring teeth, eyes dead- cold, the low growl from frothed lips . . . as it slowly skulks away?   Nothing can be put out of … Continue reading →

I am comfortable lying in the weeds looking at the sky be it warm summer or musty fall. I like watching the bugs crawl, the flight patterns of butterflies and bees, chewing stems and smelling the grass- earthy scent around … Continue reading →