Hundred Mountain

ROADWORD An occasional series on notable road trips into and out of WestVirginiaVille Annie Sprinkle and Elizabeth Stephens, right before their Nov. 6, 2010 ‘Purple Wedding to the Mountains’ on the campus of Ohio University in Athens, Ohio photo by douglas imbrogno | click bigger Part 1: Annie Sprinkle Comes to Dinner PART 2: Zoot-Suiting [...]

My work has yet, alas, to make it to the New York Times. But I’m glad to report one of my songs is currently mentioned in a New York Times blog, “Paper Cuts: A Blog About Books.” That’s a start. I got an e-mail yesterday from a writer named Bill Peschel who has a new [...]

Encountering former porn star Annie Sprinkle in an Indian restaurant in downtown Charleston, W.Va., she and her West Virginia native wife reveal their upcoming Purple Wedding to the Mountains. And your intrepid narrator bags an opening gig to the event.| READ ON …

“The only hope is setting out to find/A form of honest discourse to reclaim/ The honest discourse fools have undermined.” ~ Elomire from David Hirson’s play “La Bête,” quoted in John Lahr’s New Yorker review

“Love the Earth and the Love will bring you Down to Earth.” ~ my dear carpenter compadre Raymond (signing off in a letter written on a very thin slice of wood)

Maj0r Minor I am a major minor artist. Which is better, I think, than being a minor major artist. ~ By Cardinal Crowe (from the forthcoming collection of epigrams, bon mots and poetry, “What I Meant To Say,” The WestVirginiaVille Press)

I will be shooting video at the upcoming PGA Greenbrier Classic for the Charleston Gazette, my first visit to the Greenbrier v2.0 since Jim Justice, bless his millionaire Mountain State soul, rescued the place from insolvency. I must admit to having no special feelings for golf perhaps because I have only ever successfully thwacked a [...]

UNDRUNK Is how I prefer you. I’m just saying. Nothing more than that, my dear. This is no judgment. Nor, god knows, an argument. We, too, after all, were intoxicated with our usual emendation. It’s the sloppy talk that makes me want to slouch outside in streetlamp calm. Fixing on the crescent moon. Its mouth [...]

“800 MILES: Rounding Third” Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | PART 6 NOTE: Getting here late? Read the whole piece in a single blogpost here. —– There comes a point driving 800 miles in one day hauling a dead Honda homeward when your consciousness begins to [...]

………………………….. EMBER POEM In the light given all the light this night, iridescence of a bronze shield hair drawn off cheek pulled back to reveal Artemis. Or is it Selene? Crescent moon tumbling like a stone in a roil of black-purple clouds over head. Don’t doubt, although I know you must. A hundred times, the gods [...]