a friend died in london
Photo courtesy of Facebook, because Kurt and Melissa are my friends. Click here to read: a friend died in london #london #kurtcochran...
Blogging Blahs
Dear fan(s?), Although I love this site for my Official Author website, the one drawback is that blogging on it is a wearisome,...
Dear Hillary, Dear Donald, et. al...
Dear America, Dear Secretary Clinton Supporters, and Donald Trump supporters; dear all-of-the-other-candidate supporters—can we talk?...
There is Not Supposed To Be Red: Rethinking the Pink
It is hardly in the news. But what do we expect? A news story appearing 246,660 times a year about one, single topic? But starting...
Ask and Ye Shall Receive
So this beam of LED light appeared to me in the room and then a guy stood there, in the middle of it, tongue off to the side, using his...
Front of the Bus: A Response
(Image courtesy of www.occupy.com) This is a response to all of the negative comments I've received concerning my poem Front of the Bus....
Reviewing Infinite Jest and other Futilities
"It's on my 'to do' list." "It's my New Year's Resolution--for next year." "It's one of my top-thirty goals this year." "I'm going to...
Writers, Self-Indulgence, and You (and Me)
Don't worry, if you're not a writer, this will be interesting, even if it isn't about you. And does it always have to be about you? I...
Sex Workers: A Close Encounter
My dad used to always say, "nothing is free." Actually, your dad probably said that, too. I think it's in a "How to Convey Banal...
The Family Affair
My kitchen counter has three glasses on it. Inside these glasses are smaller glasses. One bigger glass contains baby oil. One, vegetable...
