Week Called Holy When fishes flew and forests walked, and figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood, then surely, I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry and ears like errant wings, The devil’s...
UPON THIS ROCK Read on blog or Reader Inexplicable Irish A group of friends I know happen to be pretty good singers. They discovered this reality one night at a new south Kansas City bar, Corner Cocktail, some forty-five years ago. One of them was forced by his dear...
UPON THIS ROCK Read on blog or Reader Closer to Fine “I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains, I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains. There’s more than one answer to my questions, pointing me in a crooked line. And the less I seek my source as a...
Well, That’s One Thing We’ve Got “You say we’ve got nothing in common, no common ground to start from, and that we’re falling apart…And I said, ‘What about Breakfast at Tiffany’s?’ And she said, ‘I think I remember that film, and as I recall, we both kinda liked it.’...
Closer to Fine “I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains, I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains. There’s more than one answer to my questions, pointing me in a crooked line. And the less I seek my source as a definitive, the closer I am to fine.”...
