My brother totes a tiki torch My brother holds a guidon My brother stomps a heavy boot While beneath the floor they’re hidin’ My brother drives a Challenger My brother rocks an AK My brother’s an American Living payday to …
Beauty makes its own brief of the face fixed in death’s kiln: the dancing laugh, the eyebrows raised in wonder, the snaggle-toothed grin of the daddy’s girl. “Oblivion is no end,” some say. It is deliverance or respite from a …
Someone asked me to write a song for Gregg Allman. So I did. It’s called “When the Pale Man Comes to Town.” Here’s the lyric: Warm brown bourbon in a tumbler On a slow dim Georgia night You’ve got Otis …
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Across the years and distances words spent and irrevocable appear behind the iPhone glass that hums softly in my pocket. And what am I to say to them? But that things have turned out all right. We both survived …
Do not mistake this god deep silence for disapproval or conceit. Or American arrogance, whatever you take that to be: I have come from Oklahoma with a banjo on my knee. Some people push the words out fast. They spit …
SSO YOU SHOULD NEVER READ THE COMMENTS (for Jef Rouner et. al.) In his own heart, every man is pure. What discharges is like weather unbidden and deep roiling, the product of some butterfly beating its wings in La Paz, …
