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It’s Spring
The golden strandOf the ceremonial stringCalls out beyond intelligence: it’s spring. Spring is never happy,Spring is always dull.It’s a lie that flowers bloom and the yellow moon shines bright upon the earth. It’s a lie. Fools play in the fields.They … Continue reading
My Time in Nashville
Dustin and my friends in Harrisonburg respected me as a songwriter. I followed Dustin to Nashville, under the pretense of recording my music in a friend’s studio. We had made serious headway on a couple of songs, but Dustin moved … Continue reading
The Atari 800
We had the original Pong and the 2600, but our first computer–with a keyboard and a disk drive–was the Atari 800. I took to the BASIC programming language. There was a magazine, Compute, which would print BASIC programs to be … Continue reading
Legislating Morality
Momma, she had complications. There’s nothing very strange ‘bout that. Nuns said, “We can’t kill that baby, “We’ll have to let your mother die.” David Byrne Lilies of the Valley My belief is that life begins at conception. … Continue reading
Respect
My Grandfather was a war hero. He fought at Iwo Jima in the Second World War. His recognized act of bravery wasn’t on the battlefield, though, it was in a factory. Some hotshot kid was working beside Grandpa, putting bolts … Continue reading
Beauty in Solitude
It was known as Ultima Thule, which means in Latin, “beyond the known world.” It was changed because Ultima Thule had some significance regarding Nazi sympathizers. It became Arrokot, which comes from the Powhatan tribe of the Chesapeake Bay. It means … Continue reading
High School Biometrics
A long time ago, I graduated from Appomattox County High School. Things were simpler then. Not better, but simpler. Maybe different is the right word. This was before the horrors of Columbine, before the War on Terror, before internet bullying, … Continue reading
A Calm Place
My Dad liked to travel. He and I took two vacations down the East Coast several years ago. I was sleep deprived, so I didn’t drive much. I wish I had done more driving with all the trouble we had … Continue reading
Strange Energy
Through high school and the college days, I heard whisperings of a New Age complex in the next county over, Buckingham. I would make deliveries to Buckingham for the family office supply business. There was one small sign on the … Continue reading
The Flower that Became a Boy
On a mild Wednesday evening in August of 1970, I was born. My first home was a ranch house with a full basement in Greely, Colorado. I was the youngest of six. My only sister had three older brothers and … Continue reading
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