Savage Los Angeles writer Charles Bukowski (1920-94) is well worth a look; here I tell of my experience as a reader of "Buk."
I'm no poet, and I prove that here with my oldest and worst efforts. Newer poems will follow.
For those who cannot get enough of me on Twitter, I have collected my best for posterity, ICYMI.
In this chapter, a follow-up to "I am Racist," I examine my other prejudices and challenge the reader to do likewise.
Here I explore the extent to which I am a racist; a chapter in my nonfiction book, Kick Me, currently at 70,000 words. Yay!
Paying it forward and making up for past misdeeds, I end up paying more, and less, than I expected. Thanksgiving in South Union Ave, Bakersfield, CA