"Ock! The experience is just the seed," he says, "The story. Well, echhh, the story, 'icc, that's, ccup, the tree."
In a Belfast bar
BIRDS
Birds sing high on a wire, in the trees, from rooftops. They speak of things unbeknownst to me...
Life Sentences
One must concentrate on writing. One must concentrate on THE writing.
A wee spot of Anglophobia
I fall from the rideshare car at ABIA; methinks it was a Lyft - fucking hate Uber - well, I hate Lyft, too,
Don’t fear the funeral singer
I have seen the future of music, and it is a small Irish woman clad in stark white pajamas.
Screaming at 22 people kicking a ball around
In a failing city in a failed state...
An Old Straight White Guy Travels 2,800 Miles to Worship Two Lesbians
This is Version 1.0 of the new essay/audio/slideshow project I've been working on. What's this new project about? Well, I think the title speaks for itself. I'm currently referring to its style as "hallucinatory travelogue". I guess that's a warning to readers/listeners that this isn't a conventional essay, blog post, whatever. I may be adding... Continue Reading →
It’s never cold in Texas, Part VII
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It’s never cold in Texas; Part VI
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It’s Never Cold in Texas; Part V; The more you ignore me
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Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores 