Monthly Archives: September 2018

life is funny, part 381

A thousand dollar car is gonna let you down More than it’s ever gonna get you around Replace your gaskets and paint over your rust You still end up with something that you’ll never trust — the prophets bottle rockets … Continue reading

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life with an artist, part 17

I ask mo if I can send the cat painting. “No,” she says. “It’s not done.” I think I know how parents must feel with their kids. And copy editors with headlines, runners with their distances and poets with words. … Continue reading

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me and loretta

Ya’ know that old trees just grow stronger And old rivers grow wilder ev’ry day Old people just grow lonesome Waiting for someone to say, “Hello in there, hello” — the prophet prine It’s late Tuesday at the Whataburger. I … Continue reading

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