The Paper Teapot

Burgers & Tunes All of it. Ills and evils. A street brawl workday. An aching lower back. A thousand tiny worries. Alleviated by ...

He Looks Busy for a Living nevermind the permanent slump the raspy ol’ fella in the bright red sweatpants & gravy stained t-...

One Last Wish If only I could articulate it, my one last wish. I can hear everything they say, clear as day: there’s little hope she...

Bingo Bags Saturday night, a 1980s bingo hall. The noxious cloud cover of cigarette smolder was already imminent when Tibs and ...

Luftmensch if he had two cents to rub together he wouldn’t know what to do but ask him about his long list of embellished ye...

Brautigan, San Franciso 1965 If I Were Brautigan             if I were Richard Brautigan I’d be penniless & drunk on ...

My Most Judgmental for the briefest of moments my most Judgmental reared her swollen head to purport my beloved night-singing...