But they do wear fleece to protect them from the beast We scurried beneath the legs of the Eiffel Tower toward the Bateaux Parisiens.
My four walls follow me through my past The girl, no more than seven, grins idly and bites her fingernail. Continue Reading →
You think you’re mad, too unstable, kicking in chairs and knocking down tables Hyde Park, five minutes from the Underground, Saturday afternoon. Continue Reading →
Only shooting stars break the mold Dear Keith, Read your script and all I can say is, wow! Continue Reading →
It’s getting harder all the time, it’s harder to maintain He wasn’t buried on Treasure Mountain, just in the town cemetery next to his wife. Continue Reading →
Where’s the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds? More sketches, from whatever place sketches come from. Continue Reading →
War is a science, a breeding ground for brains If there’s nothing going on in your life this Sunday evening, come on down to the KPIX studios in San Francisco on Sunday evening (that would be April 18, 2004) at 7:00 p.m. Continue Reading →
The joint was jumping and the band began to swing “You shoulda heard those knocked-out jailbirds sing, let’s rock!” I shook the electric guitar and laid down power chords. Continue Reading →
You don’t have to be beautiful to turn me on Wednesday night, ten p.m, South First. Continue Reading →
Let the sun and light come streaming into my life An hour ago I auditioned for Doug Katsaros’s new musical. Continue Reading →
