Category Archives: whiskey

stand-up guy

no one thinks I’m funny and I’m running out of money telling jokes in this dive and I can’t take 9-to-5 only 5 people in here drinking fifty cent draught beer and no one laughs or cheers just shoot shit … Continue reading

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Daily Memories

so, it’s Memorial Day sales again and I remember when Cub Scout packs would take up the back of the parade and families would struggle to find shade along Main Street in late May with temperatures rising we shuffled our … Continue reading

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Miles Davis Cool At A Mile High: Ode To An Obstacle Race Construction Crew

September 2015 Miles Davis Cool At A Mile High: Ode To An Obstacle Race Construction Crew Part One: Mile high dry buy me another drink think about flying spread wings like dead eagles and sing scream at the top of … Continue reading

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Jordan River Blues

I’ve got the Jordan River blues they’ve got me on the news, I’m drowning. Rivers of blood flowing carloads of tourists going wine-tasting and manger praying eating stolen olives we’re black sheep grazing too far out while I’m walking on … Continue reading

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Salty Tears

1/17/2015 I have yet to find a bridge and I’ve struggled to pick a poison I’ve only been able to pull the trigger on one-way tickets to the middle of the Pacific where the suicidal thoughts wash away with each … Continue reading

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Skyping Emma In The Berkshires

I miss simple days like when we were Skyping with Emma in the Berkshires, over watermelon and hookah in the shadows of the Baha’i temple in the old German Colony in that Mediterranean port city, mixed more than most today, … Continue reading

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Occupy America

written January 3, 2013 I moved into a tent in the heart of the city that often sleeps after midnight, the soulless shadows of the financial district reminding me why I joined the ‘movement’ in the first place… I thought. … Continue reading

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Johnny’s All Done Marching

(With a few lines from the patriotic WW1 song “Over There” written by George M. Cohan in April 1917. Americans believed at that time that the war would be short and the song reflected that expectation) Johnny’s out of luck … Continue reading

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Twenty-Two HUMAN BEINGS

September is Suicide Prevention Month. According to the government, 22 veterans commit suicide every day. It’s probably a lot higher. Twenty-two is just a number, a statistic but there are names and faces devastated families, friends and communities They say … Continue reading

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Goodbye for the last time…

I finally said goodbye for the last time in a dream I had last night, then she smiled as she walked away and I knew she was happy and I felt love and I knew it was all going to be … Continue reading

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