A Horse Named Special Take

A red stallion, iridescent in the sunlight, stands on thick rubber mats. His coat shines like sequined cinnamon. Raw flesh, days old and drying, dangles from a wound on his chest the size of a shovel blade. I lanced the abscess, says a tall, rawboned cowboy—proud, somehow, of the carnage. The cowboy squints through a microscope… Continue reading A Horse Named Special Take

Somebody Tell Me

I used to change towns every time I changed girlfriends. These days, friends say I change plans more often than they change lanes. Never gonna get anywhere like that. They say. They’re right. Problem is, I lack the guts to trust my dreams. Somebody tell me how to change that. © Copyright 2020 by Jim… Continue reading Somebody Tell Me

Ideas, Waves, and Mud

if you start at all you start with something more or less like an idea or maybe something more like a hope and an idea riding a wave or perhaps its better to say a hope and an idea all wrapped up together so they make their own wave and at first all you do… Continue reading Ideas, Waves, and Mud