Three |
His name was Walter and he stood five foot seven or eight if he had his cowboy boots on, which he did most of the time. They were a well worn pair of snake skin Luccheses he had found at a thrift sto...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 17:25:00 GMT |
Two |
A page a day 2The backyard was above average size and completely overgrown in places and dry and burnt to a crisp in others. I liked it immediately. It was un-kept, but not un-natural. It was the re...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jun 2009 17:12:00 GMT |
A page a day practice |
I have a new goal to begin writting 1 page single spaced typed each day for a year to find a voice and improve as a writer. I have giving myself the permission to write about everything, anything or n...
Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 15:15:00 GMT |
revisited |
Bring your bottles and your love down to the why not clubWe'll talk about the tattoos on our backs...or some political crapAnd here come Jimmy drive a truck delivering those rich folks stuffSays he li...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 15:14:00 GMT |
Perry Mason |
Perry MasonAfter walking the half mile home the fork had sagged like a flag on a windless day. The majesty and benediction of mans ingenuity concerning all cutleries and flatware was sadly represented...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 01:39:00 GMT |
Hemphill |
He's doneRound about the mid 1990's I had found myself in a place of drunken debauchery& nothing special of course just the usual mid 20's desperation common to all generations. I could feed you some ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 21:41:00 GMT |
For my Pop |
I got these old boots and I don't have a dime
out there on the highway always thumbing a sign
Going out ramblin' dont care that I'm broke
Gonna live my life like Walt Whitman wrote
I roam the ear...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 19:41:00 GMT |
