Mr. Man Candy has gone live across the Midwest…

I always take him with a few grains of salt. Not too much. I mean, dude’s always been on the rotund side, and he’s got a heart condition, for Christ’s sake...

Finally! It wasn’t another a rejection…

Bobby Horecka thought a new byline would never come considering how so many of his submissions had gone lately.

New Story Excerpt: Chicken Hawk Down (Part II)…

Czech--not Spanish--was the predominant language I heard growing up in South Texas. But finding those who know anything beyond "Jaks se mas?" or Pivo is getting harder and harder to do...

Junot Diaz on The Legacy of Childhood Trauma — Longreads

Junot Diaz suffered for years after being raped by a trusted adult at age 8. via Junot Diaz on The Legacy of Childhood Trauma — Longreads     It is perhaps destined I should find these words in my inbox, on this day, one day after--as it truly turns out--the following took place in my own … Continue reading Junot Diaz on The Legacy of Childhood Trauma — Longreads

Story Excerpt: One bad day can always get worse (Part II)…

Yesterday you met our good buddy Doug, who had a bit of a potty mouth, a bit of a problem with his neighbor, and a bit of a tussle in the yard. With a cop. A real cop, it turned out, not just one of those Rent-A-Cop wannabes like at the mall. Doug just assumed, … Continue reading Story Excerpt: One bad day can always get worse (Part II)…

Story Excerpt: One bad day can always get worse (Part 1)…

Once again, as a courtesy to friends and family not particularly fond of my blue language from time to time, I must once again beg your forgiveness and rate this with R. For the rest of you, though (let's hum a few bars and give that first bunch a chance to log out: Hmmm, hmm … Continue reading Story Excerpt: One bad day can always get worse (Part 1)…

From an old San Martian: This stings just a bit…

I was one of several hundred volunteers from around San Marcos and what was then SOUTHWEST Texas State University who pitched in to help build the roughly half-acre children's play area in San Marcos that came to called, simply, Playscape. I hardly claim to know diddly about who did what to whom and for how … Continue reading From an old San Martian: This stings just a bit…

Forty days and 40 nights…

That always seemed like one helluva long time to me, especially when you read about somebody like Noah, riding around with not just one but two rattlesnakes, cobras, skunks, scorpions, mosquitos, black widow spiders and those jackass hyenas, laughing at you every time you've got to clean a litter box. Which is almost constant, what … Continue reading Forty days and 40 nights…

Possum killin’… (Part 2)

You met my dog, Hico, in my last installment. We were talking about how you could pick up on all sorts of things from a dog's bark, if you learned how to listen. And as promised, allow me to introduce said possum. (Don't get too attached to him.) Here's where we left off: There’s the … Continue reading Possum killin’… (Part 2)

The rambling road through grad school classes…

You gotta love you some online classes, every once in a while. I banged this out over the weekend for one of mine, destined for a professor who specifically asked that we creative types showcase some our talents. Well, he asked for it: [In response to suffering through Between the Acts by English author and … Continue reading The rambling road through grad school classes…