ANOTHER DAY

It’s so easy to adapt.

Really, in the tiniest twitch of history’s eye, I went from a nomad’s life to a semi-unemployed white middle class dude in the suburbs of america.  Most of 2006 I was walking 26 miles a day through the cities and farmlands of South America’s northern countries.  Most nightsI camped.  I nearly always cooked my breakfast’s . . . → Read More: 4.23.07

My friend has a 5 beer husband, he’s a friend o mine, too, and she says it’s been a 5 beer night, from a 1 beer promise and I smile, a little shyly, with a little guilt, because I know that I’m his 6 beer friend.

A friend arrived tonight from the road, a wrong turn onto . . . → Read More: 4.19.07

I’m not expecting you to expect what I’m saying.

Hail on the freeway

Brakelights abound

Slow down,

Something unexpected

Shine your fear

feel it at the . . . → Read More: 4.18.07