We deserve so much worse than what’s coming for us. Our best inventions invented to kill each other.
Category Archives: Books
Bracelet
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
I ordered a bracelet with your name on it. You were better than me. I ordered a bracelet with your name on it. Hoping I would wear it and think of you. And become a better me.
I saw Mars, setting in the west
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
I remember when we ruled the world. And we were so smug about it. I remember reading about the dinosaurs. They were smug about it too. A large rock they never saw killed them. A small virus we can’t see kills us too. And the Earth spins on, happily. In the warm light of the […]
No brass, no ammo
Friday, August 16, 2019
The first thing the army teaches you is how to talk. And then, how to walk. After that, how to dress. And then, sleep. Next is how to shit. And when to piss. Then there’s first aid. How to tie a tourniquet. Two weeks later They hand you a rifle. For two weeks you take […]
Leave
Saturday, June 15, 2019
Called and I stand at his door. Shoot me, he says. I laugh my sidearm holstered. Pushed aside by those above us. I watch him light a fire. and He is shot. But not by me.
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
Saturday, March 16, 2019
My washing machine is broken again, it isn’t draining again. And then I’m at a McDonald’s eating again. When a man with a gun and a list comes through and shoots the woman in front of me. He pushes the hot gun against my head. And for a brief moment, I feel fear. But then […]
Under the waning moon
Saturday, February 23, 2019
Heading east on 70 at three in the morning. Between Junction and Abilene. Red and blue lights. On both sides. Troopers and an ambulance. Nobody in a hurry. A white SUV in the median. A white body bag next to it. Loaded. Heading east on 70 at three in the morning. I thought I would […]
Thanksgiving Bondsteel
Sunday, November 25, 2018
I saw a friend there. From McClellan. We staged the trucks Machine guns And bullets. We rode out hungry and cold. Muddy roads and snow.
Suffering
Friday, October 19, 2018
The problem with life is you think it should have meaning. So you grow up and work hard to get into college, to get a job, to get married, to have babies to have meaning. But the thing is, there is no meaning. They buried their dead in tombs of stone because they believed we […]