On Ponchos

Ruminating about el poncho. Why do I wear a poncho? Certainly to get attention. But that’s down around 14 on the list. Take my one of my memories: Though sweltering in a noon sun, I lay huddled under my poncho on the wooden bench outside the Mexican train station, while a squadron of black flies …

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I don’t write poetry. But I did today.

Now is when the squirrels splay over center lines, their innards bubbling into their incisors.
When the din of dogs ricochets off alley walls, but no heed is paid from windows beyond.

A Treehouse?

When I was a child—oh about second grade through sixth grade—I spent most of my free time in the tree tops in a little copse in a field behind my house in Richardson, Texas. On blistery days I’d sway with branches in the bitter wind and survey the long furrows through dormant cotton fields. Suburban …

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Opportunity Knocks – Not Once, but Twice A boy’s chance meetings with the stars of ‘Boyhood’

It was a chaotic time of life for us as my wife and I traded off on time spent caring for our first child and trying to work on our businesses. So as yet another hectic summer day dawned in 2002, a knock on the door sent my wife, Rebecca, scrambling to scoop up the 9-month-old Alex and shush Banjo, the Labrador Retriever barking menacingly through the window…

Dr. Death

Continued–a bit–from: Dr. Phil has Nothing to Do With Processed Meat From then on, after the night of Jack, I began killing animals. They showed up, or I stumbled upon them, wounded. I would come across a bird fallen from its nest, bare naked and gasping for the branches above, squinting through dry-eye mucous to …

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