Monthly Archives: July 2016

Your remember how after The Great War the Hun was humbled beaten back, busted and abused and made to pay the victors’ fees and everybody lived happily ever after? Do you recall how there was never ever a battle after … Continue reading →

Please understand or at least consider: these people you profess to hate, they are your neighbors. They are the creatures closest to your culture and way of life and, yes, definitely they do not agree with you in every particular … Continue reading →

Dude! Dude, don’t you think it would be easier if you weren’t so rigid so stuck so tight? Don’t you think you could mellow out a little dude? Yo, if you think about it you could be anything you want … Continue reading →

The good guys won (because the good guys always win. If they didn’t then the other guys would have been the good guys all along). The good guys won and they dictated the terms included the simple fact that they … Continue reading →

Eventually there will be peace; it has to happen. At some point the warriors will be dead or too tired to continue. There was a Hundred Years War but by Year 101 it was over, right? There is always peace … Continue reading →

They blow bubbles on thirty fourth on the corner in the heat as we wait for change of lights or wait on a friend or lose water weight sweltering under midday sun. Music is coming from somewhere and the crowd … Continue reading →

I think, sometimes, of that day in 1947 when Corporal Pepper got promoted and was deeded responsibility for training the boys to march and blow and write to Miss Lonelyhearts and perform in public. I think about how he found … Continue reading →

The poem you just read about my mother isn’t about my mother per se but rather a typical mother figure that I have been plagued with at various times in my life. I’m not saying that there aren’t elements of … Continue reading →

Eighteen years ago I thought you were something. Clearly some time has passed and you have become something else. I thought your flights of fancy your strange ways were evidence of your wild spirit and dark creativity. Probably though they … Continue reading →

You can do better than that. I’ll bet at some point in your life you’ve already done better than that. To be frank if you’ve been alive as long as you look you’d HAVE to have done better than that … Continue reading →