Preamble To The Way Back Home (Part 1)


I arrived twenty-two minutes early, parked Blue, and sat listening to my daily Spotify-curated eclectic mix – Classic Rock Anthems courtesy of Seger, Springsteen and the Rolling Stones … drizzled with bubble-gummy ABBA, Boney M and yeah, the Brothers Gibb stuttering Ja-Ja-Ja-Jive Talkin’.  The Gap Band got the funk all the way down with Party Train ending the set.  I needed something to lift the malaise draping over me.  Music, for once, didn’t get it done. Continue reading “Preamble To The Way Back Home (Part 1)”

That’s What She Almost Said …

This post originally appeared December 4, 2019 on Kuched.  Though it received many positive comments and views, I deleted it.  Thought it may have been a little Self Inflamed.  Ego Rendered.  Get Over Myselfish.  But, its Just Me … Talking.  I own these words.  Cryptic to Gospel.  Added a bunch more on the version below.  If you think I’m writing this Friction Fiction about you?  Nah.  It’s All About Me even when it isn’t …    

Continue reading “That’s What She Almost Said …”



I Can’t Write Worth Widgets … 

Which Is What I’m Doing Now.  Small Stall Tactics.  Yellow, Mellow, Fellow.

“Consider This Beautiful Bit Of Nothing A Warmer Upperer To Wash Out My Cryptic Preoccupation Of Bananas.”

… Still, Though.


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Take It Easy (Kuched Over)


Well I’m a-runnin’ down the road try’n to loosen my load

I’ve got seven women on my mind

Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me

One says she’s a friend of mine.



Well I’m a-runnin’ down the street try’n to loosen my heat

I’ve got eleven women on my mind

Six that want to atone me, four that want to clone me

Only one says she’s a friend of mine.


“Take It Easy” Songwriters: Jackson Browne, Glenn Frey

© Red Brick Music Publishing


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Dubya Pea Ghosting?


And, All Y’all – Feeling The Same Unloved Feeling – Like Déjà Voodoo. 

“What’s Going On With Our Lovely Host?”

Hearing Fables Of Lost Followers: On Again, Pissed Off Again.  Posts Gone Poof, Incognito.  Disappearing Into Sweet Nothings, Darling.

… Who’s Been Hacking My Porridge?


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The Sunshine Blogger Award


To all those other Blogging Neophytes, my first response to learning about The Sunshine Blogger Award was … “Okay, What Took So Damn Long!  Right?  Followed by …

“Winnah-Winnah-Chicken-Dinnah, Oh, Joy … to Settle-It-The-Hell-Down-To-Hades-Tout-de-Suite, Mick.  You’re embarrassing yourself.  It’s not like there’s any redeemable cash value that comes along with the gloating on a single post.  And, You Ain’t The First, The Last, The Everything.  It’s not that kind of award, Hoss.”

No, it wasn’t Pulitzer calling.  Suppose, I should unblock their number though. Continue reading “The Sunshine Blogger Award”