I’m not sure why it is that it takes a death anniversary to cause me to reflect on a life lived. Better to remember a birthday or better still to…
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I refuse to pray, because God made me the stubborn kind There ain’t no conversation with the Lord, gonna ease my mind The whiskey and the wanting have become my…
I was taking a walk the other night when a song came through my earbuds and though I’d heard the song a thousand times prior, it struck me like never…
By birthright a pretender, Never a contender, Snapping my suspender to verify my gender, Stamped return to sender, Brain put in a blender, Spare but never slender, Coarse but not…
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Driving home from dropping my son off at work I took an unplanned side trip. Against my better judgment and in blatant defiance of my feeble, self imposed prohibition I…
To the best of my recollection the layout of Pattonville High School circa 1982 went something like this; facing the front of the school there was tiered parking and a…
This past summer I thought I’d give Faulkner a read. I had heard he was difficult, might be why I avoided him for so long. I began with “As I…
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I would love to turn my blues into greens but somewhere is a flaw in my genes So I’ll give less a damn and accept that I am a cornstalk…
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(love song for an aging population) All of my lovers are barren it’s just a symptom of their age All of my lovers stopped wearin’ lingerie back at some…
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The photograph was taken on a sweltering August afternoon in Dyess, Arkansas; hometown of Johnny Cash. My son Pete and I were there for the dedication of his newly restored…
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I would equate the IKEA experience to standing in line for two and a half hours with a shattering hangover next to a guy wearing too much cologne and his…
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