Like Pain is Kitsch

There's too much sh*t and not enough words. A Christian college was supposed to be good for my language, edifying I suppose. Ah, well. You know what they say about a "well-placed damn." There's dried blood on these typewriter keys. Let's fix that. I've been away awhile. The bleeding never stopped. Only the words did.... Continue Reading →

Imitation of Bob Hicok

I remember Colorado frequently, Too often maybe. The mediator between the West and the rest Of the states that do not know the difference Between mountains and hills. The namesake of free spirits and old souls To whom the heart whispers: The mountains are calling And I must go.   The settlement of daredevils and... Continue Reading →

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