The Long Haul | 
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Christmas 1969 | 
So here I am at the age of two at the mall in Rock Hill, South Carolina. The year was 1969: The Vietnam War was raging on, The Manson Family were killing and misspelling Helter Skelter on suburban wal... Posted by  on Wed, 24 Dec 2008 07:14:00 GMT | 
Some thoughts on Bush..... | 
The statesmen will invent cheap lies, putting the blame upon the nation that is being attacked, and every man will be glad of these conscience-soothing falsities Mark TwainWMD's, Alqaeda in Iraq anyo... Posted by  on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 06:48:00 GMT | 
My Christmas Story | 
So here I am at the age of two at the mall in Rock Hill, South Carolina. The year was 1969: The Vietnam War was raging on, The Manson Family were killing and mispelling Helter Skelter on suburban wall... Posted by  on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 13:12:00 GMT | 
Whitman, Iodine Dave and my Spiritual Awakening | 
It was a day not unlike any other day in the summer of 1982. I, a boy of fifteen, and my oldest and dearest friend, Iodine Dave, having just stolen a car from the parking lot of a T,G&Yand finding our... Posted by  on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 07:54:00 GMT | 
Pathfinder | 
I am a man well known in all these parts, and perhaps one of my names may have reached your ears.  By the Frenchers andthe red-skins on the other side of the Big Lakes, I am called LaLongue Carab... Posted by  on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 12:35:00 GMT | 
Where the Wild Things Are | 
"But Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye, and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day, and into the night of his very own room, where he found his supper wait... Posted by  on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 16:53:00 GMT | 
So what | 
A nice song for you on this rainy October day...
  
  
  
Face it, for some of us folks, there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, nor even a beautiful rainbow following every terrible storm.... Posted by  on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 13:00:00 GMT | 
A tribute to my Dogs | 
KOBONAIRAI adopted Kobo and Naira when I was 25 years of age.   I was living in Dothan, Alabama at the time.   I have had them for 15 years.  The longest relationship that I have ever had.  They have ... Posted by  on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 17:14:00 GMT | 
Poetry as an erotic art | 
Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism--to the blending and fusion of separate objects.           
     &nbs... Posted by  on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 13:46:00 GMT |