Duke Cunningham Can't Have Gun
Don Bauder 9:47 p.m., May 25
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Another Loose Thread, Running Through OB X 3
And so... Another Loose Thread Runneth... Yes, another 'loose one' running and funning through OB... Ever stitching Sisyphusly... Has sewn together a part 3... This stitch came easily... It's none other than me... And yes, ...
35 Seconds a Life...
I b right on Brighton... Brighton Avenue alley and late Sunday afternoon and our Universe's Heart, the Lantern for a Milky Way is a raging Fireball of Orange... Warmth for those of us on varied ...
Horsing Around With Chords on the Newport Ave.
So let's call him Flamingo and his scruffy ZZ-Top bearded, wire rim wearing hippie sidekick Ringo. Flamingo lives in a rode hard full metal box of wreckage. And he drives the midnight blue Dodge mini-van, ...
A Rebel Hike
Bus 35... Old Town Trolley Station... El Cajon Transit Center... And then Bus 888 to Jacumba... Yah man, I'd done the weather check. Rain, snow, 30 mph plus wind, and the hard to swallow word ...
Just Another Loose Thread, Still Running Through OB (Continued)
December is here. Time for our silly winter and chilly wave-filled Christmas. Silly and chilly, that's me and ever grateful, ever still so thankful for 'thanks' & 'giving'. Thankful for you. Thankful for the loose ...
The Lovely Lola Luna
"Can I brush your hair," I asked from inside a curl of empathy? The old, nearly toothless witch weazed as her peach core brown and bloodshot eyes slowly lifted like two cardboard boxes full of ...
Just Another Loose Thread, Running Through OB...
Nobody grows up saying, "Mommy, mommy... When I get big,I wanna stitch and weave seams of Reality together." No one I know aspires to become a thread, aimlessly wandering through the fabric of conditioned Existence. ...
Poetic Justice Has a Neighborhood, It's 92107 OB, Cali...
Around the age of seven I wrote a poem. I cannot recall much of it but the last couple of lines ended with something like: OOOOOOO... I want to know this so-called Mr. Death... Does ...
Conversation's with Odd, Even in OB...
And then... I'm standing on the corner of the rest of my life, another homeless day on Sunset Cliffs Blvd... I walk on in through these gates, up some stairs and into a piece of ...
Sleeping Starbucks, Waking Soldier...
And then... (Just a few days ago) It's another sip of Breakfast Blend, another slurp from a medium roast, another tilted Mermaid toast, another OB morning in Starbucks. This place might not work for the ...
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So... I'm raking, weeding, sweeping, painting, and hanging... Wind chimes, a long strand of em, 18 bluebells with sunflowers painted on Sanskirt style. At least 18 angels must be hanging around me as well. I ...
