WOUNDED
A wounded animal fights. When cornered it attacks its enemy with ferocity, with all the strength it has left because it’s now or never, it must defeat the
GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT, PATSY
And Hank and Loretta, Merle and Lefty, Kitty and Ernest.
Our long weekend trip to see family in WA of course needed travelin’ tunes
What are we, Santa Monica?
Aren’t we the refuge at the end of the freeway? Gateway to the vast blue Pacific Ocean, seen just over the serene shoulders of
NOT ONLY NOT DEAD, BUT KICKIN’ HARD
Since I erroneously killed off cult legend Simon Stokes in my column two weeks ago, it’s only right that I report that
A WORK IN PROGRESS
We all are, hopefully. But progress is something we’re desperately in need of, and right now. We’re spinning in circles. And when that happens,
SHARE A LIFE AND DEATH ISSUE, WITH WORDS
Both could say, “Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.”
Most people think Twain did say that, in response to an
IN SANTA MONICA
If I may appropriate that to local issues. No more making deals with the devil. When you hold back and wait until after you have lost something
RIDE ON, SIMON STOKES
TONIGHT AND NEXT THURSDAY NIGHT
An awesome event, tonight. In 1977 a roots rock punk band called the Flesh Eaters was birthed by poet Chris Desjardins
LAST WEEK I ASKED
“Are you ready for 2018?”
The week before I declared, “I am now, for no particular reason or event, determined to be unrelentingly optimistic.”
It ain’
