And so... Another Loose Thread Runneth... Yes, another 'loose one' running and funning through OB... Ever stitching Sisyphusly... Has sewn together a part 3... This stitch came easily... It's none other than me... And yes, of course I think he's …
I b right on Brighton... Brighton Avenue alley and late Sunday afternoon and our Universe's Heart, the Lantern for a Milky Way is a raging Fireball of Orange... Warmth for those of us on varied paths, crossing paths with its …
So let's call him Flamingo and his scruffy ZZ-Top bearded, wire rim wearing hippie sidekick Ringo. Flamingo lives in a rode hard full metal box of wreckage. And he drives the midnight blue Dodge mini-van, Z Richochet edition, of scrapes …
Bus 35... Old Town Trolley Station... El Cajon Transit Center... And then Bus 888 to Jacumba... Yah man, I'd done the weather check. Rain, snow, 30 mph plus wind, and the hard to swallow word 'whiteout' came up... Susie, a …
December is here. Time for our silly winter and chilly wave-filled Christmas. Silly and chilly, that's me and ever grateful, ever still so thankful for 'thanks' & 'giving'. Thankful for you. Thankful for the loose change, the plastic and aluminum, …
"Can I brush your hair," I asked from inside a curl of empathy? The old, nearly toothless witch weazed as her peach core brown and bloodshot eyes slowly lifted like two cardboard boxes full of rotting tomatoes. Three crooked brownish-yellow …
