Curses Concerning the Cowboy

Abandoned tracks snake through the woods up by Ellijay. A long spot where there ain’t hardly wind, and the air is heavy with dirty, sweet smells that thwack the back of your mouth and sting going down. Chunks of lignite … Continued

The Salvation of Cowboy Blue Crawford

Your epic is like walking through a forest. There are times when, looking up, you hope you can see sunlight, but are witness to darkness. Each burst of light is fully absorbed when it breaks through the treetops. Lines like … Continued

How Will I Begin

Like the third monkey fighting to get on Noah’s ark! The overthinking ape of excuses I keep hearing – I will not miss the boat because all of you are stuck with me. I am not a monkey, nor the … Continued

Almost Dialed In

I have no complaints about the breadth and quality of the Indie music scene: my cup runneth over. But lately, supporting the up and coming kids has become increasingly taxing. The logo for the International Indie Music Union should be … Continued

So Apocalyptic

Let us run a thought experiment in which everything Evangelicals believe is actually true. Now let’s all set our secret decoder rings, aka The Book of Revelation, to see how this crazy world will all turn out. For those unfamiliar … Continued

Weighty Matters

While traveling in England, our group stopped at the ruins of Fountains Abbey. Truly an immense construct, the main building alone was the size of a cathedral. Taking into account its crumbling outbuildings, it covered a goodly amount of space. … Continued

Baby Driver

One night, Rhonda let me drive her car. Thirteen, and coming off a disastrous year in which my parents had gotten a divorce, an unheard of occurrence in my small, Baptist church, I’d struggled to find my way. But now … Continued

Red White and Feeling Blue

I’m sitting on a ridge in the Flinthills, watching the turbines on a wind farm do their thing. On the slope below some cows, probably Black Angus, graze on the spectacular shades of green still present after a spring and … Continued

Fear and Loathing in Dallas

Here’s the rule: In any hipster joint you have to employ one person over forty to cater to people like me. I was hipster before you were born dude. I have forgotten more beers than you and your handlebar mustache … Continued