Wednesday, August 8, 2012


Before I step up to the mic, I want Pearl Jam to open for me.  They will play tremble chords wrapped in thunder and Eddie’s voice will take everyone down at the ankles.  I will brush the hair back from his face, wet and sticking with sweat.  I will kiss the exposed parts of his face and he will let me, smiling, grateful.  When I step up to the mic, everyone will be ready to receive me and I will be nervous as fuck.

I wrote a thing and the thing is now live at Birkensnake.  It's called, "Let the Mother Worry." You can get a free print copy, a free PDF, a free Epub or a free read it on your computer screen.  I think you should do all three.

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