New story excerpt! “Alabama mix tape and a No. 2 pencil”

An excerpt from the soon-to-be published coming of age love story “Alabama Mix Tape and a No. 2 Pencil” While using a behind the ear Algebra class No. 2 pencil chewed, pointless, and minus an eraser he rewinds an Alabama mix tape so it can be played through self-installed three-way back shelf speakers She stares…

Poetry / “Holy water shot glass”

Holy water shot glass   Intoxicating and excruciating, a baggy Bob Marley T-shirt hanging off your shoulder when we first met I felt I should be forced to walk a sidewalk straight line and touch an extended finger to my nose. On weekend barstools we alternated playing the game and arguing the rules with no…

Poetry / “Diner placemat love note”

I have become a front porch Bell jar wino looking for yesterday But all I want is to be a back alley junkie freebasing glimpses of tomorrow And on each day of your absence I’ve received a morphine drip of your perceived value While fearing the dark and squinting to find your fading light At…

#PoetryWednesday – “Aladdin’s lamp”

Aladdin’s lamp Beneath where your hair falls when wet and just above where my arms rest during morning shower hugs is a birthmark in the shape of a magic lamp that used to make you laugh but has made me thankful each day for our too-brief one thousand and one nights and beyond my arm…

Reblog Tuesday: “14 Lines From Love Letters Or Suicide Notes” by Doc Luben @BarkingDoc

In this week’s episode of Reblog Tuesday we visit the blog of Oregon-based poet Doc Luben – ‘Diesel Powered Rag Doll’ – and specifically his poem titled “14 Lines From Love Letters Or Suicide Notes”. This poem is terrific in written form, and is very powerfully delivered in spoken word (coming soon…). Enjoy! https://doclubenpoetry.tumblr.com/post/90701663175/14-lines-from-love-letters-or-suicide-notes

In memory of the late, great Russ Poole

After a lengthy and valiant battle with cancer, the father of one of my long-time, very dear, friends has passed. I wrote, and posted, the following upon hearing of his initial diagnosis. The date was June 24, 2008: “What’s up, Jack?” was usually the greeting when we entered the house, even though none of us…