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About Me

Married for 24 years to a wonderful woman and my best friend. Want to change careers to be able to do something with the creativity that seems to always be "on" in one form or another. I write poetry, songs, and short stories related to my surroundings, the American South. Would love to collaborate with other folks with similar interests on a writing project. Some of my writing is published on the Internet at www.openwriting.com and a web-zine called High Contrast, and at www.editred.com. Hobbies include playing guitar and harmonica, daydreaming, camping, painting, melting glass and making crazy art pieces, drinking and thinking about drinking beer, and pitching horseshoes. I'd like to build a catapult large enough to sling a washing machine 300 feet.

My Interests

writing, playing guitar and harmonica, Big Joe Portagee Annual Goat Roast and Horseshoe Pitching Contest, nimblicity, skiving, cartooning, melting beer bottles in the white hot belly of a fully involved campfire that was built with precision and hand-picked oak logs inside the Circle of Leisure at Rehab Mountain Boy's Club.

I'd like to meet:

Karl Childers, Harry Crews, the ghost who kept my truck (The Pinta) going @ 191,000+ miles (it was one bad ass Japanese mf-er when I owned it), dude who sat on a cornflake, and just about any creative person with a sense of humor about life and this cruel world we live in. Please don't send me any friend requests asking me to look at your pics on another stupid web-meet thing-ah-muh-bob. I'm not here for that. I really don't want to see you naked. The Internet has enough of that stuff, and had Al Gore known it would come to this, he'd have never invented it. I want to meet other people who share similar creative interests.This profile was edited with The CricketSoda Myspace Editor

Music:

Steve Earle, Guy Clark, Townes Van Zandt, Chris Knight, Neil Young, Howlin' Wolf, R.L. Burnside, Ray Wylie Hubbard, Dave Alvin, Emmylou Harris, String Bean, Lucinda Williams, Woody Guthrie, John Prine, Keith Sykes, Todd Snider, Wilco, Springsteen, Son House, Charley Patton, Billie Holiday, Grandpa Jones, Paul Sprawl, too many to list. Probably the same folks who've influenced you if you're reading this.

Movies:

The Basketball Diaries....Slingblade....The Razor's Edge...Hud...Dazed and Confused...Man In The Sand...Hoosiers...Sgt. York....Born Into This....good documentaries about people and periods in time that mean something to me....Be Here To Love Me....Heartworn Highways....Big Bad Love....Chrystal

Television:

I blew it up, moved to the country, and built me a home.

Books:

writers: Cormac McCarthy, William Faulkner, Thomas Wolfe, Larry McMurtry, Larry Brown(favorite of all time), Robert Frost, Harry Crews, Charles Bukowski, John Steinbeck, Pat Conroy, and J. Kjelgaard, author of "Swamp Cat"

Heroes:

Cindy Sheehan for one...Woody Guthrie for another...Everett Ruess...my wife and kids...Junior Samples, New heroes come to mind constantly, but I'd have to say all the writers listed above and most people who overcome adversity in their life and go on to enjoy what they were born to do

My Blog

February

The barbeque joint up the street delivered a pungent waft of hickory. The place was closed, but they always kept the fire going low. The southeast wind blew the paper mill smell up from six...
Posted by RJ Looney on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 10:55:00 PST

Absent

Maybe you walkedMaybe you talkedMaybe you scrawledyour name with some chalkI wasn't thereMaybe you sangMaybe you dancedMaybe you rippeda hole in your pantsI wasn't thereMaybe you ranMaybe you playedFe...
Posted by RJ Looney on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 10:37:00 PST

Peaches-es Bed

"I used to have this midget that wudn't too sharp, name of Roscoe that lived wid me down in Naalins just off-a the Franch Coder. He was a street daincer. Ol' Roscoe would wake up and drank...
Posted by RJ Looney on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 08:32:00 PST

Wound

Wound too tight lost my cool again tonight no excuse 1,000 pardons won't make it right like the boy who wished he may and wished he might I hope my love can keep you safe this and every night ...
Posted by RJ Looney on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 07:32:00 PST

Rehab Mountain

I'm going up on Rehab Mountain I'm going to find out what it means to open up my windows to darkness finally spill my beans water and wax neither one would mix a broken soul a wounded knee neither an...
Posted by RJ Looney on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 09:47:00 PST

Grit

I was intrigued by the prizes that could be "won" from the back pages of the rag I peddled for two summers nobody bought it because they wanted to read it you couldn't take the colors for real photos...
Posted by RJ Looney on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 09:32:00 PST

Gravel

I was done a long time ago but I kept on eatin' any how it made me feel safe somehow my belly stretching out beyond the limits of fairness wouldn't pass the bullshit test wouldn't piss in the woodpeck...
Posted by RJ Looney on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 08:57:00 PST

The Word

"What's the good word?" he said...lip over rim the trick of sunlight caught the drop of coffee as it magnetically encircled the heel of his cup Walter put it down on the table back in the ring it had ...
Posted by RJ Looney on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 06:45:00 PST

Changing Hands

My farm had a fencethe fence had two gatesone used oftenthe other seldoma latch held closed the most-used gatea chain the otherthe latch was oiled and maintainedthe chain was left to the elementsexpos...
Posted by RJ Looney on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 12:01:00 PST

Christmas.....

My mother told me there was no Santa Claus when I flat out asked she was teasing her hair in the small bathroom the flame from the white heater in the wall by the toilet flickered blue five years ol...
Posted by RJ Looney on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 05:33:00 PST