Drowning in Love

If there is good reason to teach a child to swim, then there is equally as important a reason to teach a man or woman how to love.

Making it Real

Laura is a Category 4 hurricane barreling through the Gulf of Mexico’s overheated waters taking aim at East Texas-West Louisiana. The timing of Laura’s arrival is a national nightmare. Predictions are for tidal surges to reach up to 30 miles inland. Driving through Oregon and Idaho Sunday and Monday I was in thick smoke from […]

born in the usa

Rooted deep in belonging to the East Bay

homo erectus-electus-ejectus

Driving to the End of the World Still floating about in the isolation chamber. Coordinates are by latitude and longitude found by spelling out the word weird, clicking your heels twice, hoping your inner wicked witch doesn’t spit on you in a big box store, no mask-no admission denial rage. There is a spectrum of […]

running west with the wind

Buffalo Head In the 1970’s I played my show in Colorado. Autumn was preferred. Instead by hubris in winter late near midnight I drove Highway 160 over Yellowjacket Pass in thirty below. I made Durango that night for a show the next day. My teeth chattering, I climbed into my goose down bag tossed a […]

Getting to perform

All those fancy long sentences I penned are not so willing to be recited aloud

running hard to the great divide

Being genetically linked to tumbleweed’s is a certainty, don’t know if tumblers can appreciate the kinship.

Voice of the blog dude

Women of the Oak Savannahs is the title of my fourth novel. I am doing some recording work of the manuscript. Here is one paragraph. I’ve recorded various pieces to previous novels. I’m still messing around trying to get the first chapter finished. A lot of time is getting taken up with learning how to […]

Minting Ghost Towns

This is our America out here…

solo in time of the virus

Anyone hurts her, anyone, I don’t care who they are, they’ll have to answer to me, the father.