Horse trainer, Zen gardener, semi-skilled songwriter, proud father of four, and all around crazy man. And, yeah, I got a page at my space: myspace.com/redneckroshi
1. If a man speaks in a forest, and there is no woman around to hear him, is he still wrong? / 1a. Of course not. As proof, witness the fol…
The Night Darcy Brown Got a Goober in His Drawers
Now this all happened way back when, in the days when bootleggers and bank robbers were all the role models a growing boy needed.
Spring, and quick wild sap / scampers through leafing branches / like yellow-haired monkeys. / Summer, the hot rut / baking brains, boiling…
Ewoks Behind You
Uh-huh, ewoks, all right. Wearing purple naugahyde jumpsuits. / Nike shoes.
The Frog Who Would Be Prince
No sir, the only one for her was the Man hisself, the King, Mr. Elvis double-Aron Presley.
Going All the Way
Prissy and the Grit
C.B. allowed as to how there wasn’t no finer sleeping to be had nowhere, what with the owls all hooty and the wind all piney
Once Was a Tree
Once was a tree / Growing high upon a hill / And its branches spread wide / And its roots went deep / Down into that hill. / In the tree wa…
Mother Earth Takes Off: A Midwinter’s Tale
That was cool, though, because we were giants in those days and took great delight in plugging up volcanoes with rocks, big rocks.