Soapbox Artist

When Joshua crossed the River Jordan, after paying a ransom to get in, en route to Jericho was an Ikea, which gave ol’ Joshua an idea. So instead of decimating 31 Kingdoms and their kings, Joshua bought a bookshelf, among other things. He tidied his tent with paper mache’, he struggled to build things to … Read moreIkea in Jordan

When I realized I could understand german, the voices only made me sad. So I thought I’d learn french, but it’s sadder even than german. I already knew about portuguese: a wonder they haven’t all murdered themselves yet. Is there a language that doesn’t know sadness?

I could fix a lot of things here. The stove now works with all burners. The toilet seat could be replaced, things to paint, water damage … There are a lot of things to fix, but I’ve given up fixing me. So I keep the faith that one day, in fable beauty, someone will fix … Read moreBroken

You flowers of Reprieve, Respite from the battles. You spectacular reflections of divine love, How blessed am I, standing in your presence? Were that I could be a drop of rain upon your petals, a gentle kiss before the sun would take me. But I can only admire your form and colors, so freely given; … Read moreI Never Deserved

I asked if this bar gives credit. Bartender asked, “Why?” “It’s a sign,” I said, “Of a decent bar. You know, one that’s out to sedate the pain of being human, not to capitalize on it.” “Oh,” she said, “No.” At closing time, she said, “I hope to see you tomorrow.” A capitalist’s love never … Read moreClosing Time