A wooden leg full of boredom

As I listened to election coverage last night, I got as bored as a peg-legged pirate at a podiatrists' convention. While I'm not entirely sure what Long John Silver would think of that metaphor, I'm relatively certain of one thing–when it comes to...

On Being the Right Size

I’m several days into Leslea Newman’s 30 poems in 30 days challenge. I’m finding it oddly easy to generate lines every day, but I am quite curious to see if, 30 days from now, they’ll prove to be anything other than clever mash-ups of words. It...

The march of socialism

So there was a Democratic pickup in the House, in a district which hasn't been Democratic since the Civil War, last Tuesday. In California, a liberal Democrat replaced a more conservative Democrat in a House district. And over the weekend, the House health care...

A little farther down the line

I've spent plenty of time chugging out that cool Johnny Cash train beat on the big red rockabilly guitar I souped up. And it's because, like many an American musician and non-musician alike, I've found Cash to be one of the ultimate purveyors of a wide...