So much has already disappeared down the media’s memory hole, but there’s so much too many of us cannot, will not forget.

These are our world's leaders. Don't like it, build your own world government!

I’m not saying never, but it’ll be the next best thing.

A poem of repentance.

More than a legend passed. More than an age. An entire reality went over the Rainbow Bridge with Otis T. Cat.

I could riff all day on this, and as full of cuss and coffee as I am at this glorious Sunday dawn, I just might.

Oh, they had to get me started. Which is a good thing, considering how long this blog has been dark.

…because the fact that Rock is dead, once and for all, does not reflect well upon us.

December is the strangest month on our calendar.

The moon wastes no time climbing the cold black bones of the pin oak I could have watched burn yellow forever.

We've seen so many things change slowly, now all at once.

It's been years since you've suffered the need to tell people what you're up to.

Damn them all, they weren’t wrong.

The walls glow as my friends did when we were still friends and young.

The God Who Was Not There.

Getting It Backwards.

A hazard of heartache in acquiring one’s décor from thrift stores.

Archiving a most colorful autumn.

A minor mid-morning adventure in mid-month, with photos and commentary.

I find myself in a strange melancholy this last day of September.