[I first published this story on my old American Re:visionary Blog. But, as I grow and expand my Rubber Tramp Stories, I thought it was ap...

The world is seen best with natural light. All the lines are crisp and clean first thing in the morning: blue winter sky seeping in through ...

The dog has finally stopped whining and the cat is upstairs resting. Mid-morning Sunday, sounds of the street filtering through closed windo...

Flocking blackbirds foretell nothing except an early and colorless fall. Apples are rotting off the tree. This is not a year for walnuts. Sm...

This is no city for gypsies. The man sitting three rows ahead of me offered assurances that the downtown food pantry was helping more people...

Seven minutes until the hour and the 12:01 to Kansas City hasn't boarded yet. The driver announced a delay – some “beer problem” he call...

Roads cut into mountain rock like long memories, though the names and dates and reasons have all been forgotten. One fresh grave among the ...

  Brutal! Savage! Beyond Perversion!  - Kentucky Fried Movie (1977) Curiosity is natural to the soul of man and interesting objects have a p...

No wonder we create gods to venerate, only to eventually knock them down. If I thought it would help, I'd call for lamb's blood too....

I have written this cityscape and it has written me – chiseled into these bones, memories like the rings of trees will tell the tale when I ...

The grass will grow for sure.  Three days before the first day of Spring,  the first real rain falls  after two days of preternatural heat. ...

It's warm this year for late March. The mosquitoes have hatched and the mysterious downtown gnats have moved in. Local criers prematurel...

S he calls me and it breaks my heart all over again. Fuck what they say about better to have loved and lost. Fuck what they say life being a...

Walking back to the bar after dark I passed our old street. Looking down and up the hill, I noticed the porch lights were on and I almost tu...

Hauling ass out of the Appalachian foothills, I wasn't sure the car would make the trip. Two rusted off back quarter panels, exhaust pip...

There is no resolution, sometimes. Arguments over things less or more important matter more or less in an endless geography that makes up a ...

“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” - The Buddha Real generosity toward the ...

I did it. And I did it without you. Hobbled around, (as is my custom these days) until I found the Rothkos in the National Gallery. Then I s...

There are no martyrs here – only a drunk without a bar in a city where one should either be drunk or between a woman's warm thighs (or b...

It's a rainy day by the sea. Overcast skies are supplemented by the sounds of traffic on Ocean View Avenue; but it's Saturday morni...