I have commitment issues. I think it’s why I couldn’t write a coherent book if I tried. I’m not sure how I feel about it. There’s a thrill to the new.

I like considering that novel means both new and exciting as well as a lengthy, often plot based, narrative.

I am drawn to the novelty of the essay, but also to the freedom it promises. The lengthy engagement, of the novel, unnerves me.

A positive impact requires a positive action. I will endeavor to encourage others to greatness.

The profundity, of a gun, you see
is that it lives to take a life

The grotesqueness
of this mess is
I’m here with all of you…
and we’re screwed

Thank you for your service
you stinkin’ reservist
How long do we have to care? Stare at the repair

too little Too Late
but perhaps it’s just fate that caused my soul to ungulate

ever since mom and dad took me to protest a nasty bit of business

somewhere far away.

The former sergeant
in the bullet proof garment – of patriotic service
makes people nervous when he doth protest too loud…

and I will not be part of the crowd
so easily cowed…

Buffaloed even after it snowed
then
with information
that the demarcation

between the free and the brave had been made a slave to the NSA

Better pray
& pray
& pray
Only you and me can make tomorrow a better day.

“I like my women like my coffee”, he said as his hand slowly, and not so steadily, navigated the glass of brown, presumably alcoholic, fluid to his mouth, “warm, wet, available and invigorating. What were you saying?”

Eating vegetables is easier in the company of cheese.