Category: Blog

  • Lost in New Mexico

    Lost in New Mexico

    Truth-or-Consequences, New Mexico named itself after a radio show.

  • Park

    Park

    Late and scattered.

  • A Voicemail from Outerspace

    A Voicemail from Outerspace

    The wind in Santa Fe during the Spring is no joke.

  • Internet Listings from the Approaching Apocalypse

    Internet Listings from the Approaching Apocalypse

    For Sale: Honesty Deceit-free Well-worn, but works. Inexperienced users Beware. For sale: Honesty Description? Deadlier than Russian roulette with a six-shooter of echoes. Free: repost, Honesty Left unattended at the curb. Neutered. No bugs. Does not play well with lies. Honesty larger than disappointment, sadder than loveless life. Advantageous and benign, like not knowing where […]

  • Figurative Flotsam

    Figurative Flotsam

    Figurative Flotsam: Because we all want life to appear more meaningful than it usually is.

  • Magic in All the Wrong Places

    Magic in All the Wrong Places

    It is unfortunate that to exist, we must be a part of something, somewhere, at some time.

  • The Spring Wind and the Cobwebs of the Juniper Bush Out Front: A Short Two-Hander with a Long Title

    The Spring Wind and the Cobwebs of the Juniper Bush Out Front: A Short Two-Hander with a Long Title

    Two Hander: a term for a play, film, or television program with only two main characters; they often display differences in social standing or experiences, differences that are explored and possibly overcome as the story unfolds.

  • Funeral Instructions

    Funeral Instructions

    “I looked up death in the dictionary one day Just to see what the dictionary had to say It’s the complete and irreversible cessation of life functions Which is not very poetic but it’s precise and clean And if you analyze it what that means is When they’re gone, they’re gone”-Dan Reeder

  • Invisible Industry

    Invisible Industry

    I work late Nights stocking shelves Making sure everything is Straight. It is not much of a living, but I live. There is a boy Hardly over sixteen Bent and tired Who comes in at four in the morning To breakdown Boxes with a knife. We call him the Ripper. The Ripper and I, work […]

  • Spring

    Spring

    I remember your soft skin, The smell of your ear, The way you fried the eggs for breakfast. I have stopped eating eggs since you Left. It’s hard to stomach what could have been life When everything else has Died. My memory is like a tree now, Maturing with time and providing a place to […]