So, about Sierra Drummond’s new song “Signs”
It slowly becomes clear, listening, that this is an important statement on a topic many if not most of us can understand, the permanent loss of someone near and dear to us.
It slowly becomes clear, listening, that this is an important statement on a topic many if not most of us can understand, the permanent loss of someone near and dear to us.
by Kidman J. Williams What is there to say about Lewis that isn’t going to be regurgitated and put out there a hundred times like a shitty mass-produced whiskey? Jerry Lee Lewis was a rare vintage. He was tastes of Louisiana honey mixed with fine corn mash along with rare […]
We drove past the outskirts of town to tour the mines. We entered one of several tunnels cut horizontally into the side of an ancient volcano crater. Above ground we clambered through rubble left behind by the quarrying, picking through piles of rock for clear quartz crystals and amethyst. Anything we could carry home we were welcome to take. I gathered small pieces to share as souvenirs, thrashing my goal of traveling light. We all darted around the man-made hills of sparkling stones like kids in a candy store.
Then my daughter made the most fantastic suggestion. “Why don’t you go to Uruguay.”
by Kidman J. Williams We need more gays in this world right now. Our world is in desperate need of their whimsical humoristic cattiness and their fluent disdain for boring clothes. We need more lesbians coming out of the closest and heading onto an Olivia Cruise, adopting wonderful children that […]
The boy leans over, picks up a rock, and throws it. The rock hits the coyote. The animal lets out a yelp, dropping whatever was in its mouth, and taking off down the trail. The boy puts his feet on the pedals and slowly rides closer. Damp dark dirt is scattered around where the coyote was digging. Something long is protruding from under the fence but then sticks up at a right angle reaching to the sky. Still straddling his bike, the boy leans in for a closer look.
“Gross,” the boy says in an awed whisper, as he pulls out his cell phone.
There’s insider trading that’s not for you (take Feinstein, Clinton or many other high-ranking politicians), or Martha Stuart. At least she had the balls and the integrity to concede she had done wrong, go to jail, and serve her time. Can’t think of anyone else.
Squealing with excitement, Kateryna raced back into the room.
“The men outside my window blew me kisses. Oh, my God, they’re so cute. They have rifles.”
“They’re our heroes,” Svitlana said.
by Kidman J. Williams From our private conversations on Facebook Messenger: Ryan: I’ve wanted to do an interview with you guys forever. How do you like the book? Kidman: I brought it with me to read at night. The book is great so far. Ryan: Do I get one of […]
The one time I interviewed then U.S. Senator Biden on the phone he fibbed through his hair plugs about how he listened to my radio show to remind him of his Scranton birthplace when he worked late at the office.
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