Lure of the mic, uh, I mean “road”

Well... okay, so most people are not tuned in to the radio on Memorial Day Morning, but me and ol' Charlie waxed poetic about the Art of Acceleration. Here's a link if you'd like to give a listen to Off the Leash Behind the Mic on the Charlie Brennan Show.  … [Read more...]

Fresh Picked, Locally Grown, Locally Published

  If you're in the neighborhood, or want to fly in for some strawberries or Kettle Korn, stop by the Webster Groves Farmers Market tomorrow, May 23rd, where my travelin' partner and I will be signing copies of Off the Leash. Well, Libby will be on the leash, otherwise, she'd take off with the first person to offer her a scrap of meat. Look for Libby to be laying on her back, letting people rub her belly. Hell, I might do that if you buy TWO books! Webster Groves … [Read more...]

Ageless Warrior

So, today's my birthday. I've been trying to be breezy about it. You know,  basking in the well wishes on Facebook, with all due thanks. Heading to New York tomorrow to see Paddy Boy, son number two. Even got free tickets to see Letterman! Too bad the guest tomorrow night is kinda lame --- especially compared to the star studded line up so far this week. Oh well, I'm lucky to have gotten tickets at all. I should be happy. Blame it on the Irish in me, I'm still feeling a … [Read more...]

In Observance of National Poetry Month

Sometimes I indulge in a little free verse. Sometimes I indulge in bars and shout "Free Bird!"  Anyway, hope you like it. Desert Inn Lovers, like impressions in clay leave behind their sweetness. Blue eyes, brown, this one, that,a lifetime. How many kisses in the dark?Adoring, no hesitation, only love. I welcomed you like the sunpouring over me, a golden glazenever hardening. Wraps round me now, a whiskey spun cocoon,mere memories.No regret. I breathe. I live. I … [Read more...]

Warms the Cockles of This Writer’s Heart

Thanks to The Jupiter Girls Book Club for posing with my book!  Will Skype for food. I'll just eat mine here. … [Read more...]

A Writer’s March Madness

This is what happens when it either rains or snows continually for days on end. You wake in the morning to the dulled down, concrete colored sky, tree branches and leggy, brown rose bushes that you didn't get around to properly pruning last summer, holding their crooked, gnarly fingers up to  the sky, futilely looking for some semblance of a ray.  This is full-on March madness. It was two years ago today, on a merely rainy day as opposed to a blizzard, that the … [Read more...]