EVERYONE Columbus thought he discovered the Indies so he called the people he encountered Indians but he was wrong; he had discovered the working class. He took their sage,not their advice;it smoldered like ragebut smelled nice. One of the Santa Maria’s crew, avaricious and schooled in flattery, suggested to Columbus that he try calling them […]

From time to time I may post something I’ve written that seems not a part of anything else, not a poem or story I want to otherwise publish. This is one of those things, a parable. HOW THE DEVIL GOT HIS HORNS A jackass, his long ears lying back flat and his big teeth clacking […]

Woodpile 15 X 18 Oils by Evangeline Murray I have been thinking about the word PREMISES today. It’s part of my attempt to teach myself how to think. (I do not think that much of what passes for thinking is thinking, really.) I have been fascinated by the word as it denotes both a locale, […]

Welcome to my blog

I have wanted to start this blog for some time. A lot of other writers, many of them friends, have their own. Monkey see, monkey do. How hard can it be? I asked myself. But my self said, “just what you need, bonehead, another project.” But, alas, I never learn. So here we are. But […]