January 4, 2013 is the one year anniversary of the lost beat!
To commemorate the occasion, I wanted to rustle up some...
In preparation for Halloween, I am enjoying some “War of the Worlds” candy. Probably not quite what H.G. Wells imagined…
There is a recurring theme lately in my poetry : flappers. Wild, sad, meek, rich, poor - all kinds of flappers.
They will not...
Lunch atop a Skyscraper, a photo by Charles Ebbets, 1932
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There we are. A long, strange winter, and a devastating yet invigorating start to spring. Where the heck is that jar of olives?
If I were me (and I am), I would set down that slice of pie and pick up a fresh piece of charcoal. There’s a lot of bricks coming up on the horizon. Know what I mean?
No, neither do I. Beware.
in the flames.
Oremus.
An unfinished church. The picture is unfinished, that is…not the actual church.
You know what I mean…
Happy Friday. The Mayan Apocalypse is approaching and I have purchased a new bottle of jumbo queen olives.
I have written three novels this year, and am now going to take a break and write only short fiction until the new year. I will begin working on my new “Crawford County” - type novel in January. Until then it is nothing but martinis, short stories, and flash fiction! Woot!
Beware the midget cowpokes on the streets today.
Oh yeah…
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It’s done. For now. The new novel is done.
Done.
Ahhhh…done.
Lunch atop a Skyscraper, a photo by Charles Ebbets, 1932
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Happy Thanksgiving!
Farewell to the Twinkie. Hostess is closing its doors for good…now I will never again be able to make my mother’s famous “Twinkie Torte.”
My cousin Denise rocks. Let’s just get that straight. Please go and read her pieces in this month’s issue of Tuck Magazine.
What are you waiting for? Go! Go!