There’s a Jonatha Brooke song, about 22 years old, written after the first Gulf War. Lately, the lyrics keep floating… Read more “War” & the “Empire”
Many if not all of you have probably read Anarchist Soccer Mom’s blog post. Many of you may have read… Read more The little things that drive you mad
“Braided essay, story, or poem” prompt from Saturday’s writing group. Apartment 101 Anna and Bob are arguing again. Their voices… Read more Palmtown Towers, which are neither a town nor a tower but do sport a single sad palm
If you’ve been following my Twitter feed this past week, you’ve already figured out I’ve been in a special place.… Read more If you can’t beat ’em, use a knife.
I get to work with a lot of kinds of crazy. There was the egomaniac — and possible sociopath —… Read more Living with Evil
One day I hope to be able to make sense of all this. One day I hope to be able… Read more When Life Gets in the Way