Preach
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Play Like Cars Drive Here
Silly Children. Read more.
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The Last 10 Odd Things That Ran Through My Mind (sponsored by modern society)
Twice as good as your top 5. Read more.
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Monday’s Flamboyant Hello
Let’s Kick A Pre-Disaster Monday In The Cubes. Read more.
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To Heeb & to ‘hatch’!
A poem brought to you by over a decade with the Hunt County Sheriff’s Department. Read more.
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Now, If I Were A…
Now, if I were a terrorist organization, and I’m not, I would low-key train people to work these drone shows, and then turn Godzilla, Star Wars, Captain America, or whatever… Read more.
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Support Your Local Cat-Video Maker
We are powerless without them. Read more.
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Tuesday Confession
I sang and played for a couple of hours this morning, but recorded nothing worth saving. I’m sure my imaginary guardian feels the same way when it goes to bed… Read more.
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My Kind Of Place
The journey home… Read more.
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Let.
That’s a funny word. Read more.
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Dwindling Opportunities of the Modern Adventurer
I’m somewhere outside of Austin on a passenger train. The hills and pastures roll on for miles in ways not visible from the air or interstate. I’ve seen about a… Read more.
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An Accomplishment (by Gen X standards)
If I’ve come so far, then why does it still feel like nowhere? Read more.
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I never do these. Now you know why.
What’s the weirdest coincidence you’ve ever experienced? Coincidentally, I’ve left this purposely blank. Weird? Read more.
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Roll Out.
I feel like Side B. Like I inherited someone else’s troubles upon expiring, played in reverse as my own life sails by, but read the lyrics after the fact. The… Read more.
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Pepaw’s Porch Swing
It’s the kind of morning when your lighter gives up midway through waking, and you can’t seem to locate the correct end of your guitar cable. The kind when you… Read more.
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If you remember anything I say today…
I finished my coffee in the porch swing, closed my eyes, and played “House of the Rising Sun” on the acoustic. When I finished, I opened my eyes and (no… Read more.
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I never do these. Now you know why.
What’s a cultural tradition from your country that you love? Americans CAN’T do this as a “country”. We’re too diverse. That said… As an American Caucasian, I’d say our cultural… Read more.
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Eyelids, Toothpicks; Snap.
Like Tom & Jerry. Google it or something. Read more.
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The Cost.
Porch Swing Poetry (from a foreign porch) Read more.
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Completionism.
Gibberish is so much easier than storytelling, yet I tell stories with my gibberish. Read more.
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The Saturday Experiment
This wouldn’t happen to me in New York; just sayin’. Read more.
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For The Faithful
No cheating. Read more.
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I never do these. Now you know why.
Which is the best restaurant in your city? I’m allergic to chicken, turkey, eggs, fish, seafood, and mushrooms. My wife has Celiac disease (gluten free or slow death). The best… Read more.
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Jumbled/Humbled – Porch Swing Poetry
It’s poetry I write in my porch swing. Read more.
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Now that I’ve slept on it…
I’ve only participated in the whole open mic scene for a couple of years, but I’ve attended regularly for at least fifteen. Most of them consisted of pearl-snap shirts and… Read more.
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The New & Improved Black Cat Thicket Blues?
This is the best one I’ve got. So far. Enjoy! It has been two years since I recorded the original version of Black Cat Thicket Blues. I was running on… Read more.
