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Powder River Rapture
I was breaking rocks on the Powder River banks I ain’t killed nobody I ain’t robbed no banks And as I dug in the Red River dirt I rolled in the loam and the mud and the hurt. And I looked through your window But you weren’t there I tapped on your door I rang […]
MoreStrange incense and burnt offerings
In my evening phone call to the outer-limits, dialing into disaster somewhere on the road with my favorite death-partier and sometime partner in destruction, I got accused. I was accused, fairly or not, of pretending that I was better than him. That I was a fake, pretending that I’m not the trash that I clearly […]
MoreAs it was, as it could not always be
It is hard to do this, but there was a time where the Girl was still…was still….when the Boy was young and dreamed of playing second base for the Yankees in pinstripes and cleats instead of calmly, mannishly informing me if the worst came to the worst he would just join the military, when Billy […]
MoreThe End of the Road. Love lost.
My oldest friend isn’t picking up the phone. He isn’t responding. The battery is now flat, and it’s just clicking through to his voicemail. He isn’t in any of the hospitals. He has simply disappeared. I suppose I should have expected it. I did. I tried to prepare myself for the inevitable. The worst thing […]
MoreHomeless and on the road. Emigrant Lake, Oregon.
We zig zagged our way up the I5 from northern California. This was a task because Billy refused to drive through Klamath falls, instead heading out for the coast, driving a circle around it and his various family members within it. We crossed the California Oregon border on Highway 101, hurtling past giant redwoods, hokey […]
MoreOnion Rings and Angel Wings (Life on the Road)
We got lost somewhere around Los Gatos. The kind of lost you can get when you navigator has no idea how roads work in the USA, when you have no GPS, you are using the 2015 KOA brochure road maps as your only guide, and there is a shocking lack of pruning around signs in […]
MoreNever/For/Ever or how to mourn the living
In the picture you hid is a farm and a kid A time and a place you could fall into And inside the hall Is a mirror on the wall That’s recorded ev’ry fall And seen ev’ry time you got on your knees in vain Never/For/Ever In time This time And out in the back […]
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