Maybe it's because more than half the year it's below thirty degrees that summer turns me into some kinda Huck Finn er' something. Hmm..and I guess growing up around the Great Lakes means I'm kinda Folksy at Heart. Like Many writers and neighbors I like to sit outside and play guitar, just pluck and look for bumble Bees that I see as the grizzly bears… Continue reading Summer 2012 Notebook, Page 10
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A Funny Edit. ‘Genetic Nostalgia’
Vending Machines are Box Turtles and the murder in Baton Rouge
Last Year I self Published this book with the cover as seen to the right. I just got healthy again after wandering when I was living like a nomad for about seven years. Like I said I'm Lazy and don't take the time to care about sending stuff to publishers and going through the shit show underground… Continue reading Vending Machines are Box Turtles and the murder in Baton Rouge
Writing Thoughts by Jack Kerouac, 2
“Credo” "Remember above all things, Kid, that to write is not difficult, not painful, that it comes out of you with ease, that you can whip up a little tale in no time, that when you are sincere about it, that when you want to impress a truth, it is not difficult, not painful, but… Continue reading Writing Thoughts by Jack Kerouac, 2
The Day Sings
A kid singing don't let me down, not the Beatles, but it sounds familiar.Another kid singing about someone getting shot in the back, words of a mother's phone call.The Birds singing to feed me love me and just sing me a song you ol summer breeze. And my skin sings, and yeah, it's a song of… Continue reading The Day Sings
Adventures In American Writing 