Perhaps the iconic trickster Coyote is a symbol for the frustrations of the smart person in a stupid world. Facebook reminds me I wrote this a year ago today: In my mind […]
In defense of Coyote
Cupid’s Valentine moon
And fast food for werewolves… Tonight the moon was less than full but more than willing, the kind of moon that inspires killing lovers, hearts, and alcohol, this versatile moon can do […]
Short fiction: Taxonomy
“Good morning, everyone. I’m glad you could join us today. Let’s just go ahead and dive right in, shall we. Rich and Jamie have a flight back to Europa to catch when […]
Anti-abomination platform political capital goldmine for abominations
Whatever can be said for or against previous administrations, it is hard to contemplate the current administration under Trump without also considering the issue of…sexual immorality, of abomination. We’ve got a president […]
Glow shop
Journeys gleam in never-ending dusk… Before my face scraped the road, I saw a shop that glowed. I couldn’t get inside, So the tender ghost without me died. This freed me to […]
The winter mind – year-end musings
What if each of us believes that we are enough? It seems my mind is both full and empty. I think about a time when my neck doesn’t hurt, and the tendons don’t […]
Encounter at a taqueria
“Someone stole my debit card,” she said… A beautiful girl, down on her luck. I gave her two dollars, she only asked for a buck… (La Mordida Taqueria, Pacifica, California, November 2017. […]
Awopbopaloobop Alopbamboom… rock music according to Nik Cohn
“Elvis is where pop begins and ends. He’s the great original and even now he’s the image that makes all others seem shoddy, the boss. For once, the fan club spiel is […]
Blade Runner 2049: a brief reaction
Blade Runner 2049 is a very good film, although it would have benefited from more threatening villains. [Semi-spoilers ahead.] I finally saw Blade Runner 2049, and some people have asked (knowing what a […]
The sacred rose and the guns of love
View larger image at 5280 Lens Mafia… William and Maud I am haunted by numberless islands… – WB Yeats Walking by the shore at dusk, air leaden with a faith in words.
