Never Good Enough

Posted on March 22, 2015 by

Do you ever have that feeling that never quite reach where you want to be?  For me, that feeling a fact of life. It was prompted this morning by a practical consideration. I’ve recently started a new job, but have not seen a full size paycheck yet. Andrea and I have a detailed financial, Read More

Yet another love poem

Posted on March 21, 2015 by


Hasn’t everything already been written about love? I don’t know. You see, Love isn’t just about all flowers and shit. it ain’t about the dance, or the ring, it’s not about the house, or the romance. Love isn’t lavender, It’s not poppies Or tulips, Or delicate white roses. It’s not the flesh of that, Read More


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I am: A poem

Posted on March 11, 2015 by


to I AM the most exalted one   king savior messiah i’ve got a bone to pick with you   a dust devil of hate, the shamal of rage flecks of sand tearing my skin   a turbine hot jet fuel  dripping from the cracked fuselage   it bleeds this hole in my chest, Read More

Poem: Nickel Mines

Posted on March 8, 2015 by


A one room schoolhouse Fields of grain Soft sounds of rural life Creaking of leather straps and wagon wheels Manure and hickory smoke The wind blows metallic terror as a truck backs up into a nightmare a man torn by         something “I’m trying to find something” he says to disarm then he, Read More

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August 5, 1995. This is ancient history, my first television interview (I think), on the Saturday Washington Journal.  I came across it recently while researching other stuff. This interview aired live at 5 in the morning, but being Washington, someone was up. The deputy director of government relations at Vietnam Veterans of America called me, Read More