May:: snow sifts down on green grass—water in gutters, Then rain:: thunder! Astonish
Tantrump (usually a noun, neuter but used to refer to males only; back formed from the verb to tantrump; could be adjectivized, adverbed, prepositioned or weaponized)—a large mean souled personage who cheats on wives, employees, customers and other decent people while lying to cover his cheats. Also known for definite archaic racial views that postulate … Continue reading It Aint Original, but It Is What It Is.
It is notable that a person being born is faced with two simple but very complex choices. Should he/she succumb to his animal impulses to justify him/herself or should she/he rise above self justification work toward justice for all peoplekind? Examples of the self-justification person is everywhere we look. The guy who justifies killing an … Continue reading A Note on Noteworth and Not
Megan cured Marcia of her cancer. Marcia cured Ronald of his addiction. Ronald set Veronica’s bone. Veronica healed Rich’s garden. Rich taught Irene how to grow potatoes. Irene feeds about 15 thousand people. Wait. You say the word is cur not cure? Sorry about that. REST OF THE STORY: When Megan was three years old … Continue reading A Cur Might be Relative to Your Healer
Snow covers Maid's Breast Hill— there was a summer long ago he explored them—hard No need to elaborate.
Spring has fuddled off into mountains bleared with late April blizzard. Prompted and brought to you by "Vague"
Jesus Deathkiller, God’s Lifer, Earth Rover, Gift: Be sure, in your name and our hope, we set these feet where they will go, these hands why they will touch, these lips how they will linger at the proxy cup. Be sure. Our mouths mix no sugar or saccharine with this alter loaf, and we know … Continue reading Jesus Deathkiller
It was our banter and retort: I’d email to you,‘Whyoming?’ ‘Oming indeed,’ you replied. Now, I slug syllables and the wind stirs ashes in the western sky empty of you, your grin. How dull this stuff is without the roast of your sly reply! So, what’s the mailto of that narrow dirt room you lie … Continue reading North Of Wyoming
The ground is an absolute, the air lets you down. The way you leave your bronc sustains a compromise with violence you embrace the way you mean an oath. Forever. Without fault forfeit or regret— a repossession of what you will never let go, even when you lose stirrup grip and (so finally) your life. … Continue reading Old Rodeo Man
The problem with parallel universes is there is no such thing as parallel anything. I mean, just stand in the middle of a Montana highway and look. Two white lines that, up close and personal, look like they are parallel and exactly twenty-five feet apart. But look really, really close and you see that these … Continue reading Parallel Means Someday the USA gets more Trumped