Caw Boys and Engines
Mowers and crowers are waking the tired. It’s Monday morning: get up or get fired. It’s just the start of a very long day. Grass must be cut and then birds fly away. Come … Read more
All Posts by Rick Young
History of Vines
Let the dusk take the day, let the night wash away all the hours of sadness and doubt. Like a dirty old shirt, we’re awash in work dirt and we can’t leave ’til they … Read more
Red Phone
I won’t say Brett’s the last straw, and straws are out of favor, but this last week has rubbed me raw, think I’m in mental labor. No meals on wheels, back alley deals, to … Read more
Dread Scott
Pruitt ain’t gonna do it to our environment no more. He’d kill a forest, just plow right through it, and use as dump the ocean floor. But he got greedy, and much too needy, for … Read more
24 Carrot
He took the ‘tweeners to the cleaners. He just couldn’t be much meaner. He’d start a fight and then he’d walk away. You’d think that that was it, but not so with this shit. He’d … Read more
Rhymes With Rue
When water’s taken Florida and made some brand new beaches, Elites will sit upon the hill, out of extinction’s reaches. There, out of the flames’ dire reach, they’ll sit and sip their toddy, the … Read more
Timeclock Punch
May 30
A Frank Blair (1915) hologram bleakly announces the death of Sun Ra (’93). So opens the new Howard Hawks (1896) film, a bizarre new take on the murder of Joan of Arc in 1431, … Read more
May 30
A Frank Blair (1915) hologram bleakly announces the death of Sun Ra (’93). So opens the new Howard Hawks (1896) film, a bizarre new take on the murder of Joan of Arc in 1431, starring … Read more
Good Kill Hunting
Thoughts and prayers go out to bears whom hunters can now stalk inside their den. That’s not the only rub: they now can shoot the cub. O, what it takes to create manly men! And … Read more
Yanny and Laurel
Willow rite. Weeping wrong. Another palliative platter of poached persuasions for the putative pluribus. Magic gooning gone wild. The free state falling. Puppets and drones tracking phones, pheromones, flames fanned by versed robots, ice … Read more
Mustered with Relish
Reasonable dialog, dead as a hot dog, has been packed away with the rats. Freedom of thinking, burnt out and stinking, is now criticized as ersatz. In the land of money, the currency is lies. … Read more
Melt Freeze
Two waters wet and dry burn and chill illuminate mountains extinguish stars melt freeze pose timidly on leaves sweat bullets in peacetime shimmer in war calling sand to task impregnating rivers screaming tears dilute and … Read more
T-Bone’s Stake
Well it’s T-Bone and the Russkies and their pack of inbred huskies we see scrambling every day for some solution. Seeking some equation that will pacify the nation, maybe say it’s just evasion, not collusion. They … Read more
May Day 49
Forty nine questions. The croaker croaks. The tweeter tweets. The garden of heathens is showing its colors. In the weeds predators huddle. Seeds of democracy are scattered. We must be active gardeners to insure truth … Read more
Bulls Must Doze II
Core Torpor
Pain Baffles
It’s into a world of hurt we waken every morn, to the time we go to dirt, from the moment born. Screaming out into the light until our silent getaway, wending way through war and … Read more
Lap Band
Scooter McQuail and the Faulkland Twins had this one song they sang with rosary beads in their mouths. Sounded like angels with special needs. And sometimes resulted in choking. Well, one could see how this … Read more
R.I.P., A.G.Y.
Mother died today. And I am no Camus. She danced along her way, begun in twenty-two. A raving farm girl beauty, with rabbits in her yard, and pledged to family duty, life later became hard. … Read more