What can YOU say in six sentences?
Legally speaking, Poncho and I were a couple of trespassers on the vast lands owned by the local coal mine, but we exercised squatter’s rights and ruled those mostly piney woods as if they were ours.
I turned 13 the summer we built the damnedest log cabin you ever saw, only a year younger than my partner in crime who’d already sprouted a shadow above his upper lip.…Continue
I sucked at baseball, which might explain why I’ve no interest in the boys of summer. The only reason I donned the uniform and rode solemnly to the scraggly ball diamond in Dolomite, Ala., every week was so I could devour gray-weinered hot dogs and gigantic Chick-O-Sticks before and after the games my team usually lost.
But there was this one time I earned my stripes, although the…Continue
Because I’ve long lost whatever faith I might’ve once had in broadcast journalism, I don’t know what the talking heads are saying about the shootings in Arizona. We still have a choice in this country, and I choose not to tap the remote.
Nevertheless, I’ll wager the partisan commentators (this…Continue
This isn't a pitch to sell a book. It's a collection of my paintings, for those who have never visited my website. Self-taught (and still teaching myself), I began painting in 2001, upon returning from South Africa. It now rivals my passion for writing and reading, and the muses often fight for the control of my mind, eyes and fingers. I hope you enjoy it. Life is good.
In the event my words or my art should merit the kind of fascination as to spawn “Handley scholars” when I’m sucking the roots of daisies, would someone be so kind as to shoot the son of a bitch who wants to delete my expletives or cover the pubic hair on my nudes?
I’ll never forget the look on my father’s face when I belted out, in white-boy falsetto, “Whatchoo want? Baby, I got!” while we were playing cards. Part bemused, the rest concerned for my sexual orientation, he was struck mute while I continued boogying in my seat to Aretha Franklin’s rendition of “Respect.”