A Night at the Farmhouse
Oh to skip and sing and smile in the frost frozen rural Miami landscape at 3+AM and not a car in sight. I wouldn’t have traded it for the world. […]
Oh to skip and sing and smile in the frost frozen rural Miami landscape at 3+AM and not a car in sight. I wouldn’t have traded it for the world. […]
“I should have been a pair of ragged claws / Scuttling across the floors of silent seas” – T.S. Elliot
Just in time for the Holidays, I’ve decided to post my old stand-by Christmas Story. This is what those of you missed at Madrone–even the ones who were there, because […]
In honor of the LitQuake Litcrawl this evening…a little discourse on ego… The Me Poet by B. Tyler Burton The me poet is not impressed. He complains to his audience […]
The True Story of Pinky Frasier, The 256th Annual World’s Greatest Liar (pdf) by B. Tyler Burton I am the World’s Greatest Liar. No kidding. (That’s a little joke we […]
She was invited to a party on the hill, the invitation said “black tie,” she wore white. Guests mingled about her as she drifted deeper into the halls of this […]
Two bums sit under an over-pass, a torrent of rain flushes everything beyond the little concrete shelter. One of the bums sits furiously typing away on a small electronic device. […]
Happy New Year everyone! You survived the hangover. I guess, tomorrow, it’s back to business as usual. That’s one part of the holidays I always hate. I want them to […]