White Privilege

seedy skies popping
cornpone snow…

My Heroes

I volunteer in the park down the street.  All my dreams are gone, but I’m still holding on.  I’m the guy with the Pinche Trump button pinned to his hat.  It’s my glowworm warming Mexican smiles.  Dr. Dave is often there in the morning, twisting his body like Harry Houdini.  We hardly ever speak.  I […]

All that we see or seem …

This is conclusion of So Say The Winos which starts here. If you’re a believer or not, all roads for me lead to late October, the swirl of incandescent leaves dying in a drunken Irish jig. Quiet the hoot owls. Rusty the light. Spooked the cat.  Bring on the ghost ships to carry me home. […]

So Say the Winos, Part 5

Note to the alive – I would have liked to time these out but it appears because of the fires all around us, we may lose power for awhile.  So just take a gulp and breathe it in – Happy Halloween. *** Two figures stood silhouetted  in the doorway. One tall, the other short. “What […]

So Say the Winos, Part 4

By the time Daniel arrived at the station the next morning the girls’ car was gone, retrieved, the boss explained, by a couple of pea-brained hippies. “Good,” he said.  Taking them to Marcia had been the right decision. His good deed sustained him through a busy morning fixing tires for teamsters (their only customers) and helping […]