My Brother

August 14, 2017

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 …

Nope, I didn’t write that column ….

August 1, 2017


May 31, 2017

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 …

“When the Pale Man Comes to Town”

April 28, 2017

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 …

Yes, Paris listens to Mike & Mike

March 24, 2017

They’re trying to build a dog park in WLR

February 26, 2017

6 West Little Rock Dog Park  Share   Tweet 98 shares Welcome to the West Little Rock Dog Park fundraising site!

Chest Passes

December 31, 2016

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 …

The Reluctant Prize Winner’s Speech

October 26, 2016

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 …

So You Should Never Read the Comments

August 3, 2016

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, …

For Jack

June 19, 2016

There are things that I try to remember; things that elude me. They squirt through my mind like drops of mercury; they haunt the corners of my peripheral innervision, nagging yet reticent. I can remember the old houses, the sharp …