Get Miserable With MeI think about all the people that tried to get off the reservation. I think about a relative that made it for a few months. Moved with his…Jan 31, 2022Jan 31, 2022
You Would Have Loved…There’s no history in these fields. There’s no life left in these little communities. Trash bags collect along the fence lines. Broken…Jan 28, 2021Jan 28, 2021
ArtMy dad’s name was Art. I don’t believe that that had anything to do with me becoming an artist. Names are strange. Coincidences can get…Jan 24, 20211Jan 24, 20211
Dreams and a Few Short StoriesI’ve seen little glimpses of something bigger than myself. I think about them a lot. I’ve cried after seeing a few, just out of gratitude…Jan 20, 2021Jan 20, 2021
What’s Left For MeI think a lot about life. Guess it’d be more accurate to say that I worry a lot about life. I look back and think we’ve missed something…Jan 15, 2021Jan 15, 2021
ThanatosA lot of people have died over the last decade. I got a call at midnight a few months back. My uncle decided that life wasn’t really all…Oct 8, 20201Oct 8, 20201
StrandedA phone call at two in the morning. A grumbled voice, a stern voice. An angry voice.Apr 23, 2020Apr 23, 2020
On HuntingHunting wasn’t as noble an experience as it’s portrayed by some folk. We weren’t out there in the wilderness set up in tents. We weren’t…Apr 21, 2020Apr 21, 2020
Drinking Stories: Broken FeetWe have a carnival every year out in Rosebud South Dakota. I haven’t gone in over a decade. It’s not really my scene. I don’t really have…Apr 20, 2020Apr 20, 2020
