Rev Dare Cloud
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Snow-dumb. It’s a sensation that overtook me quite a few times as a professional driver. You spend so much time fixated on a field of white rolling along, mile-to-mile, and your brain blurs. I’d forgotten about it until a few minutes ago. Hell hath no career like truck-driving. I left my truck unlocked and wide-open…
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I exhale winter’s last pure breath. Soon, it’ll be nothing but a memory; replaced. Recorded over by the next snowfall, if ever. A rarity to the southern-born child. There’s miles beneath these mild-winter feet; Rockwell art come to life. The 1950’s Holiday dreams marked and remembered by every child twenty years after the fact. The…
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Today, I want to spit serious out into the universe instead of just being an ignorant jerk who likes to make you laugh uncomfortably. That’s my schtick. I keep doing it until the laugh becomes a more welcomed response. Once there, my work is finished. I’ve absorbed you into the congregation. No, what I need…
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What up, peep-aroni’s. I was sitting outside doing my morning routine and brought a guitar with me. As it got colder, it needed ‘help’ staying in-tune. Then, it hit me. What would it sound like while it’s warming back up? My inquiring mind wanted to know. If your inquiring mind wants to know, watch this…
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When “A Taste of Home” was first published (I actually printed it out and mailed it to my old publisher in New York), I was a Sheriff’s Office conservative moonlighting as a left-leaning, ghost-hunting, potty-mouthed Independent. As I’m re-reading through it again all these years later, I think some of the humor has gotten a…
















