Sorryless Sunday Morning

I am proclaiming this Sunday to be the intermezzo of my Woodstock series of posts. So in lieu of flower power, Imma post the first in a brand new series that will show up on the regular once I'm finished spilling on my three days of peace and music in the Catskills with the lovely… Continue reading Sorryless Sunday Morning

Never Go Gently

I had a couple ideas roasting nicely when I decided to order out instead. Because to me, Friday dances in rhythm with pizza delivery, frosty brews and righteous vibes. Friday shouldn't be jumping your mellow, it should be jump-starting the sweet trespass of forty eight hours done up all proper and such. Now, the stories… Continue reading Never Go Gently

Expiration Date: A Writing Prompt

The Mistress of Prompts is at it again. Karen Craven over at Table for One shot off an email to me and Dale from A Dalectable Life last week in which she described a scene she had been privy to whilst on the train recently. As writers, we behave very much like detectives; culling and parsing and piecing… Continue reading Expiration Date: A Writing Prompt

Joe Pesci Book Review: Don Quixote (From the archives)

The following post from the archives settles the bar tab on my vacation week. This post comes from a time when I was writing for The 800lb Gorilla. Imma post a warning ahead of time for those of you who are used to reading the mellow fellow I've become in my advanced age. This post?… Continue reading Joe Pesci Book Review: Don Quixote (From the archives)

A Thank You Letter to Kurt Vonnegut (From the Archives)

I wrote this post on April 11, 2008 on the one year anniversary of Vonnegut's death. It was a rambling ode to his works, his teachings and the lasting impression he had on a generation . . . and a dude named me. Time is hopelessness. Time is mortality’s scratch. Time is inconvenience. Time is… Continue reading A Thank You Letter to Kurt Vonnegut (From the Archives)

The shape of angels

He immersed himself in small fascinations because they possessed the quality of cosmic slingshots; they traversed the narrow passages of ordinary days with mighty catapults whose earnest plead wed dreams to the hopeless places. He learned to understand life beyond his years out of necessity. And as such he learned that to entertain lost causes… Continue reading The shape of angels