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Half A Mile From Lone Pine

Half a mile from Lone Pine, a thousand more to go, This lonesome old highway sure makes time go slow. Crossed the hot Mojave and the High Sierra range, The scenery is different, but I still need a change. Waitress at the truck stop said the road ahead is good, Said somedayContinue reading “Half A Mile From Lone Pine”

Book

I am right, I am left and somewhere in between, I document all the horror that the world has seen. I tell about the pain of living differently, I patiently explain the struggle to be free. My words express my ideals so carefully thought out, And why the status quo has left me with someContinue reading “Book”

Road Home

A Review Abused, rejected and confused, Cindy hits the road on a 10-year odyssey of discovery. Facing a world she sees as hostile she arms herself with the only weapon she has. Cynicism. The journey brings her to the depths of despair and destitution as she struggles to escape a world that is stacked againstContinue reading “Road Home”

The World Might End Tomorrow

There’s a country dance at Warrick. There’s drags in Lewistown, The world might end tomorrow, let’s have another round. Jim B’s ridin’ shotgun, Black is in the back, Don’t know where we are and that’s an actual fact. Got gas in the tank, a six-pack on the seat, a pair of Tony Lamas tappin’ outContinue reading “The World Might End Tomorrow”

Massai

A shadow dances on a canyon wall, where once was heard the bugle call. His moccasins tread lightly o’er, the tangled trail that lies before. A warrior of a long-lost band, the last to wander in this land. They shipped him to the Everglades, though he wasn’t with the renegades. SomewhereContinue reading “Massai”

Council Rock

Silent sentinels, they guard a place sacred to the history of Southern Arizona. Few go there. There are no signs to lead the way. It’s down a rugged dirt road, several miles from Middlemarch Pass in the Dragoon Mountains. Once these mountains were the perfect hideout for the fiercely independent Chiricahua Apache. OnContinue reading “Council Rock”

tЯuth

It may be uncouth, but back in Duluth, where tЯuth isn’t tЯuth, like Rudy’s bucktooth. I’ll build a Great Wall, so gorgeous, so big and so tall, it won’t ever fall, and Mexico will pay for it all. George’s Mom died only twice, the second funeral was nice, to be a bitContinue reading “tЯuth”

Border Run

I lit up the XR for my border run, for twenty-one years it was nuthin’ but fun. I lived by the river, the San Pedro it’s called, where Coronado crossed before it was walled. Canteen full of agua, air in a can, off to Nogales, a man with a plan. Zigging andContinue reading “Border Run”

Karl

He showed up in Fifty, a little bit gaunt, none of us knew what memories did haunt. We couldn’t know the hell he’d been through, Of his tale of woe, he gave not a clue, Of our language, he knew not a word, and when he spoke, it was German we heard.Continue reading “Karl”

Terrenate

If the walls could talk, oh the tales they would tell, about a bastion on the river in high desert Hell. The adobe slowly melts into the dirt, the fort once stood in the empty desert. Where once stood crosses to honor the dead, and too many sad masses had to beContinue reading “Terrenate”