a little change-up, a small tip of the hat to that forgotten principle of variety… today’s installment, comes from the shuttered confines of Prospero’s Books. Yes, yes, every now and again, an erstwhile customer rattles the Locked door seeking egress (more…)
These were the years of Nixon, Watergate, Vietnam, Ali v. Fraiser. Hunter torches all of them. On more than occasion, Steadman also trains his talents on them.
But Trump! I don’t know whether to be shocked or outraged or flabbergasted (more…)
In the face of ever evolving tech issues, here’s chapter 3. (chapter 4 will be close behind). oh yes, and another image bootlegged from the KCPL Ralph Steadman exhibit. This one is KC-centric and touches upon the 76 Republican Convention (more…)
day 3 since KC entered social distancing quarantine. All reports are that most of us are holding, if trending towards twitchy as a crack baby. Hold fast, peeps. Go for a walk. Check in with your people and make (more…)
to pass the time, I am going to read a chapter every day (14 chapters, 14 days), from Hunter S. Thompson’s splendid insanity of a book: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Please tune in – Hell, share this link (more…)
The paper in the window of Vern’s Barbershop went up with little fanfare. The lazy snip of scissors has gone silent. Across the window paper, scrawled in dozens of hands, are the thanks and best wishes of family, friends and (more…)
Daybreak junkies
sit on busses,
pull close trench-coat recollections
door hinges in need of fixing,
island getaway cruises,
a where, a who to call their own
Cock-crow attendants
thumb newsprint strategies,
curse behind steering wheels,
spill coffee (more…)
At first, the offering of a single toe
breaking the mer,
releasing a surface tension
built of 330 million miles square
of earth’s surface
not too hot; not too cold
In a pile discarded,
soiled, faux epidermis
abandoned to mustify (more…)
I.
Up an aisle, a bag of Huggies
and an issue of People beneath an arm,
an AK-47 shoulder slung
Like Warhol, he parses
the significance of row upon row
of brightly colored soup cans.
II.
Skateboard kids carve (more…)