DAY OF RECKONING

Sitting at the Trestle Inn indulging in a Trestlewide.  There’s a candle on the table and a video on the wall.  It’s footage of Nancy Sinatra presumably singing “These Boots Are Made for Walking”  but there’s no audio.  There’s a young lady on stage in the backroom dancing some go-go.  I snap a couple pictures of the dancer that comeContinue reading “DAY OF RECKONING”

VICTIM OF DUCHAMP’S THEORY

Some of the stuff just doesn’t work.  I try my best but it’s never enough—never good enough.  What more can I say?  Again, the chips are down and I get an unlucky roll of the dice.  Sitting here and waiting for a pure flow.  There is none coming.  Nothing really wanting to leap to the surface.  Strive on.  Rach in.  Dig deeper into theContinue reading “VICTIM OF DUCHAMP’S THEORY”

CHEAP MOTEL IN BERKELEY

Waking up in a cheap motel in Berkeley is weird enough.  The Indian food I had for dinner the night before is throwing a hootenanny in my intestines.  That Chicken Masala was heaven going in but there is a price to be paid.   I look about the room and see 5 other people laying about.  There’s someoneContinue reading “CHEAP MOTEL IN BERKELEY”

LINEBACKER WITH A POET’S SOUL

I was always a defensive player so my mindset was always focused on brutalizing the sissy skill position players.  I had that mindset of a linebacker.  One year, I had a bloody nose that lasted the entire season.  Every practice, every game, the wound would get opened up.  It was awesome.  I would be in the defensive huddle with bloodContinue reading “LINEBACKER WITH A POET’S SOUL”