Sit next to me, the smaller square table, she already having her coffee— so glad I didn’t order anything with caffeine.. very much ready for some wine, or just more music, like now I listen […]
the ox, trapped in the bottle, and by bottle I mean this blog, and by ox I suggest all I have going on as a writing father of two, wine lover, runner, adjunct english professor, entrepreneur… let’s see, what else do I do….. think that’s it, although if you read I’m sure you’ll find something else; the writing father, writing and wining, running and teaching, blogging; everything in the ox’s life, right here. in. the. bottle. the blog. my books.
Tag: Songs
Stairs and Stars
He waited for his son to wake, with coffee. He couldn’t sip yet. Still with such smolder.. light blows on surface. But he enjoyed the quiet. Then he was up. There was no more quiet, […]
Vintaged Mood Mud
Clocking in late, 9:51.. rough morning with little Kerouac and his unwillingness to go to school, get ready, just being defiant to I believe see how I’d react.. but I’m here now with my head […]
dayrime
Any thought secondary has to be buried, rarely second guess self but I do when it comes to tell– Observed surroundings, nothing astounding, Attention span of a gnat, and I’m overly selective at that–
sq6
napkin wipe away everything the rumors and the saysos, okay? I use it again and make sure its gone, the evidence of the mistake, over my lip and cheek right but I’m wrong and I […]
Sq 4
Slammed, no care, leave, draw, more color, or others, or once the wine finds my aorta, then my song will be in a speaker, or million, million-ing, vision and image, a prism from pittance (2/12/15)
pilot ought oh
narrow my realism for the sake of what, suspected, I’m an arsonist, or I will be, I’m about to burn one of my own books, so what does that make me, wait let me– yes, […]
