Whys and Wherefores

In my twenties I wanted all days to feel like Friday night. In my forties, a late Saturday night. And now, decades later, I favor…

More Mouse Droppings !

Sans cigarettes I can’t compose. As if my hacking away resembles in any part a composition. And while withdrawal will continue, my remarking on the…

Fluff and The World Serious

OR Parse The Penance…from last night Some soft shoe, damn near, hush puppy like lo-fi streaming as I write and sneak peak baseball pennant races…

Comment Without Context # 19

Sure, I Could Lock Pick It’s all about Flash Fiction Friction and routing what rubs. And to not go down those mean streets and avenues…

It Speaks To Me

PosT PanDEmic Con$umerism So, SNZ and I are checking the Cub’s schedule so as to begin our tiptoe back into the public sphere of the…

I Got A Frying Pan

Avocado Oil, Frying Pans, And a Paradigm Shift One of those nights when I just can’t assume the writing position. I’m streaming some mid tempo…