Monday, September 18, 2017


Soliquy to the rat
I know you are out there
You and your brethren
I see your shadow
running along the wall
I lie on my hand
as I sleep
afraid of you
in the dark
It is no wonder
your name is defiled
among men

Sunday, July 24, 2016

A Response


Saturday, September 7, 2013


The memorial service for Darlyne was today. I wish I could have been there. I look around and see the losses. The ones who are leaving us. I know we all must go, sooner or later. I think about the pain she must have endured at the end; I know I don't handle it well myself and she must have suffered so much.
I was going through my purse and found a slip of paper. She had written her address down for me at the reunion.  I cannot think of her without remembering the night my car broke down in the lot at the Longhorn. It was late and a guy named Clarence offered to take us home. We decided to accept his offer and Darlyne, being the brave one, got in the front seat. Carole and I got in the back. He said he had to go by his house and pick up something; turned out to be a shotgun. He drove to his girlfriend's house and before we knew what was happening someone comes out of the house with a gun. Clarence chickens out and tries to get the car started, no luck. He opens the door, one foot on the pavement, one hand on the steering wheel, trying to push the car down the hill to start it. By this time the three of us are on the floorboard screaming. It starts and as soon as he gets away from the house we jump out and start running; all the way back to Boogerville from North Highland. 

Friday, June 21, 2013


Here’s where the faith comes and the faith is deepened through your own practices, through your own direct experiences. It’s not belief that someone hands you. It is faith that comes from your own direct experiences. So you learn to keep your heart open in hell. Finally.

Ram Dass

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Wild Bill

It seems Wild Bill has been banned from Facebook again. I believe this is the third time. He writes innocent stories of life, none that are really TOO offensive. Perhaps there is someone who complains about his innuendos and sexual flirtation. If they only knew what a mild and gentle soul he really is.
In case someone wants to read some of his stories here is a link. Most of these are in his book.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Saturday, January 1, 2011

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

"What I'm trying to tell you is plain and simple. The bastards who own these mills are millionaires. While the doffers and carders and all the people behind the machines who spin and weave the cloth can't hardly make enough to keep their guts quiet. See? So when you walk around the streets and think about it and see hungry, worn-out people and ricket-legged younguns, don't it make you mad? Don't it?

-Jake from The Heart is a Lonely Hunter