saturday morning
i woke up to the
smell of bacon
i say it was morning
but i must admit
it was closer to noon
my first thought was
that she must have put
that new skillet to work
i made my way downstairs
and found the evidence
the greasy skillet
sitting on the stove
there were signs of eggs
and canned biscuits too
but what stood out
the most was that
overwhelming smell
of cooked bacon
i wondered
in civilized society
is there any smell
more pervasive than
the smell of bacon
cooking in the morning
quietly i stood
observing the scene
breakfast was over
she was standing
at the sink
washing the dishes
i was thirsty
i had come for my
morning glass
of sink water
but I did not want
to interrupt
her dishwashing
so i chose to do
something different
for a change
i opened the fridge
and grabbed a can of soda
diet--caffeine free--soda
i returned upstairs
to my computer
where i sat and indulged
that cold can of soda
while my office smelled
of cooked bacon
Posted: June 21, 2026, 1:50 am
the information super highway
is being repaved
into a one-way street
of censorship
and indoctrination
and corporate greed
shameless ai slop
portraying everything
except reality
has polluted
the web
to the point
that even the
porn sites are
infested with it
ai sanitized writing
is abolishing opinion
while arguing
political correctness
as the standard of thought
if this is the future
bring back the past
where the internet
was crafted
by thinking people
with real opinions
and real assholes
Webmasters, consider this:
In the future.
What will be the point
of having websites
when all information
comes from the same source?
Posted: June 1, 2026, 1:18 am
i was killing time
which was easy to do
the moment never survives
the wrath of the second
time cannot be unspent
i stood in the store
like a dork on Sunday
i looked around
at all of the stuff
and i contemplated
who buys this shit
who has time for it
who has time to kill
i had time to kill
so i killed it
standing there
in that store
bewildered
and if you
are reading this
you just killed
a moment too
Posted: May 27, 2026, 1:17 am
it was summer--mid 1990-something
and i was driving my rattletrap
'76 trans-am to work
it was nearing midnight
i worked the graveyard shift
at the textile mill
across the river
as i approached the gas station
at the bottom of the hill
a thick 30-something year old woman
staggered out into the street
directly in front of me
she looked unusually pale
for a woman of the south
in the middle of summer
she squinted at my headlights
and raised her arms
i stopped
shit; now what; i thought
she walked around to the
passenger door
and without saying a word
she brazenly opened the door
and landed her ass hard
into my passenger seat
"take me to such and such place"
she demanded; i don't recall where
she wanted to go
"i can't" i complained
"i am on my way to work"
she was obviously drunk
though she didn't have a bottle
or carry a pocketbook
"well drop me off at the end of
washington street" she snapped
sounding flustered by my defiance
"alright" i reluctantly complied
i had to drive down
washington street anyway
i did not have time to argue
or make a scene as my trans-am
was blocking the street
with this drunken stranger
in the passenger seat
as i turned left on to washington street
the passenger door flew open
i looked over and her eyes were
as big as saucers as she gasped and
leaned into me; away from the gaping hole
left by door swinging open
i stopped the car
"you have to slam that door" i explained
the hinges were worn out and the
long heavy door dragged the frame
she slammed the door shut; the car shook
satisfied that the door was properly latched
i continued to make the journey
down washington street
about half way down washington street
she smiled a big toothy grin
and trumpeted loudly in a drunken slur
"i'm going to get me one!"
after an awkward delay i said
"alright"
i didn't know what to say
but i thought about someone
risking their luck
on my way to work
at the end of washington street
i stopped the car; she climbed out
and slammed the door--good girl
i watched as she walked across the street
she walked with an air of confidence
straight into the yard of a
of a darkened old mill house
i steered my car back onto the street
and i made my way across the river
and up the hill to the mill parking lot
--just in time for work
and as i punched the time clock
i pondered her story
and wished her well
Posted: May 22, 2026, 1:29 am