Bus Station flowers still cold from refrigeration hands wrapped around tightly. Red knuckled. Eye out for a bottle of wine. Bus will arrive...

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...

Imagined it all somewhat different. Rather, bold. Magnificent. Brightly lighted mini marquees. Macabre parades. Acquiescing smiles. Lim...

"Sometimes solutions aren't so simple / Sometimes goodbye's the only way." - Linkin Park (From the pub's website and v...

After so many days, the ring cuts into the skin. Or, the finger grows around it. Like saplings grow round twine, twisting naturally unn...

Shadows pass on the other side of frosted glasses. I can make out trees, the shapes of hills, traces of Interstate 74. 45 minutes out I know...

"I love it when a plan comes together." - John "Hannibal" Smith  The original title of this entry was going to be "...

"It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards." -Lewis Carroll Today's my last full day in Mount Carroll for a whi...

The taste of last night's beer lingered this morning. Three in the morning, I can't sleep. That voice in my head, the one that's...

The streets have been cleared and the previous night's freeze packed the last snow fall, eliminating the drifts covering Illinois 64 t...

This one's for Dave Cuckler and Jim Beaudry. So my plans -- in as much as I've made them, such as they are -- are set. I'm leavi...

Snow covers all our petty arguments silences our numerous indiscretions and turns our thoughts, once again, towards warmth. Overcast morning...

Two days ago it was warm enough to wake the flies. Now it's snowing, light dusting like powdered sugar over the gray and brown post-harv...

My bus ticket to Cincinnati arrived in the mail this past Saturday. I'm leaving from Chicago on Saturday January 21st and taking an expr...

It's not necessary to read John Fante in order to understand what Bukowski was shooting for; one of the nice things about Buk is that ev...

I wish I believed. I know the songs the ones that sound so so wrong when I sing them. How great thou love lifted me in the garden by and b...