we are all human a shard pot, dropped, cracked red is our life glue

0927 hours – Been up over an hour, drinking coffee, trying to clear my head of the ragged dreams from the dark. Listening to my wife’s music selection, from Al Green’s “Let’s Stay Together,” to “Ventura,” by America, and then something by Dave Gates and Bread, followed up with a show tune from ‘Jesus Christ…

“Yes the cross-sawed redwood log turns into a coal and looks like a City of the Gandharvas or like a western butte at sunset.” Jack Kerouac, Big Sur the city burning resin redwood log aglow fire bombing past

Been picking at the idea like one picks at a week old scab, that I should give up writing stories. I don’t drink enough to call myself an alcoholic, through you shake my family tree and several or more would fall out, never spilling a drop, nor am I an addict either to pill or…

“2020,” written by Stephen King, film directed by Quentin Tarantino, and narrated Samuel L. Jackson.

Left my computer for half-an-hour, the god-damned blinking cursor pounding in my eyes giving me a headache. Sat outside for a quarter hour, until it got too hot for me; only 98 and not yet noon. Wonder what it’ll be like by three or four, zenith of the sun and the heat. Wife has me…

Singer Taylor Swift has made a career out of singing about her poor choices in men, and now she wants us to vote for Joe Biden.

It’s been a generation, perhaps two ago, and while I didn’t make a lot of money, I had enough to treat me and Adam to few soda pops and comic books from the Woodland Villa. I was nine, maybe 10-years-old, when I decided to take Dad’s wooden Ronson Shoe Shine Kit down to the Klamath…

The showers ended Sunshine and grass remain Mosquitoes alive

I don’t cuss, but I do speak fluent Marine with a hint of trucker, logger and construction worker.