Author Archives: punkrockpapa


Mumbling by Briton Underwood   sometimes I mumble and someone will ask me to, ‘speak up’ that they didn’t... Read More →


I had a friend growing up. One of those forced friendships where our mothers somehow met and got along... Read More →


Today I feel sluggish. Exhausted. Lazy. Schmuckish.  I don’t know if Schmuckish is a word. It reminds me of... Read More →


In her beauty I saw my fate. The room too hot. The hour too late. Sweat beading down my... Read More →