Posts Tagged Snidely Whiplash

Beside Myself

About four summers ago, I was driving through the small east Texas burg of Trinity in my old pickup when I suddenly found myself beside myself—in an odd sort of way. A carload of teenage boys had slid to a halt in the lane to my left, and it didn’t take me but a second to realize I was to be their entertainment til the light changed. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Ride

I’ve got a new book—a novella—coming out next week, and this poem has absolutely nothing to do with it. Well… maybe a little… in a very roundabout way. Very roundabout. … … Nah. Not even a little bit. Watch for the announcement of “Juli”! Read the rest of this entry »

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