A Fable
I’ve made a few minor edits on this one, posted a while back, and thought it apt: THE END OF TIME: A SHORT PLAY Scene 1: (Idyllic setting: a family is picnicking on the grass.) ENTER Chicken Little (running): The sky is falling! The sky is falling! (Confusion. Alarm.) EXEUNT ALL Scene 2: […]
Jamming with great novelists, Chapter 1
Great time last night playing music with friend and colleague Steve Yarbrough. Here’s our cover of “Blue Car” by Greg Brown.
A Dispatch from Prague
At the intersection of poetry and music (and architecture), the hair goes up on the back of my neck:
I have seen the light
I’m a law-abiding American patriot, a sportsman, and a firm believer in the 2nd amendment, but I’m turning in my M24 Chaffee tank.
SUPER BOWL SONNET
SUPER BOWL SONNET Advertising is the opposite of art. Advertising is the opposite of art. Advertising is the opposite of art. Advertising is the opposite of art. Advertising is the opposite of art. Advertising is the opposite of art. Advertising is the opposite of art. Advertising is the opposite of art. The opposite of advertising […]
Addiction kills. Period.
My mother never got to be this feisty old grandmother because she could not quit administering this poison to herself. The irony here is a cruel joke.
“Late Capitalism” (from my notebook)
LATE CAPITALISM In Las Vegas, for a dollar, you can see a million dollars under glass. A million people pay a dollar every year to see it.
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