Category: Confessions
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It was a warm morning in late July when I woke up alone on the wrong side of the world. The bathroom mirror greeted me with a reflection of disorientation, mussed hair, and puffy eyes. I tried to shake myself awake, for this morning I was to meet my bride…
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I thought I would do something different today and create a post about the notes I make when thoughts come to me at 5 a.m. and I get up and write them down in a frenzy, so I won’t forget what I was thinking while lying there in bed and…
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The Linguini Ballroom is a black and blue champagne glass, the bubbles being elevators to space
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I floated above the road from out of LipLock, Tejas earlier in the day and headed north, then east. I rumbled along with the roar of it all past that Tulia place again, into the belly of the Yellow City and then back out again like a screaming colon blow.…
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And there’s a manic man behind a typewriter, his heart in his hands, sweating away in this disillusioned reality fantasy
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After 37 beers and a carton of Strikes, down there below those swirling, curling lights of the Piccadilly-like carnival on the inlaid pier, I gotten a sudden hankering for a bit of the ol’ south of the border chow — but there I was stuck in a sea of neon…
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The fair light peaks at dawn, this heart flattered by the rush, another perilous tick tock, another band of blue, in a seemingly endless veil of gray
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I broke the seal of the highway bottle, the greasy liquid shot of a place unlike Eden, a place called Plains on Texas
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With the state of the world such as it is, I look to Log Cabin syrup to bring some sense of peace. I guess I always have. I would consider it one of my favorite food packaging labels of all time. “What a lunatic,” someone might say. “Who could possibly…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 