So, I had that feeling of the foundations of my faith being shaken not unlike many, many young folks who, at some point in their maturing...

Where was I? Oh, yeah… Well, the crowd had started gathering thicker and thicker along the pallet wall of the ring, and the noise they...

Sorry about that last little bit at the end of the last part of the story, I wasn’t looking where I was going, and I stepped up on a...

“No, I ain’t seen him yet. Some of us have been too busy workin.” That is what I said as I shrugged Uncle Boog’s slimy, cold grip from...

First off, you are probably already aware, but my name is not Vern. Around the time of the misadventure that I’m sharing with you, a...

Picking up where I left yesterday morning... Ozzie Plimpton and Gopher Lewis had a lot to do with what happened to Uncle Boog and me on...

Like I said earlier, once you go through the gate, you cross Turkey Creek on a concrete bridge that’s really just a slab poured over four...

Pour Off Road begins as a narrow limestone gravel trail between two lived-in houses that sit almost on the highway, and three miles...

One summer evening when I had just turned seventeen, between my junior and senior year in high school, Uncle Boog pulled up in the yard...

Besides that, young people like me liked to be around Uncle Boog. He was always up to no good, and no good was only thing he was good at....

Charlotte Perkins married Uncle Boog when she was only sixteen years old, two maybe three years older than me. She was an Apostolic...

Uncle Boog called my Daddy, Donnie, because he was his brother, but you would have to study awful hard to figure out how those two sheep...

Let me explain something before we get started. My Uncle Aron’s full name is Aron Ray Bugler. Most people think the last name should...

Anyhow, I am using the word “excuse” here to mean an explanation or justification in the absence of my ability to speak with each reader...

Picture Caption: I was walking the other night after 6 o'clock, so it was dark, but away from all of the lights of town and with the full...

I finally received my token of friendship from The American Poetry Review this week. I seem to remember when being friends did not...

Anyway, I have been doing my daily walking, and I have been waiting for Nature to start showing out, for the colors to change, and to be...

Anyway, people ask me sometimes, “What do you mean that your older poems do not have a good rhythm? And is it really that important in...

Anyway, an Irish poet by the name of William Butler Yeats wrote a poem called The Circus Animals’ Desertion. Many critics and scholars...

Anyway, who would have thought that writing three or four hundred words a week in a blog would be so difficult after only a few weeks?...