Jackie's Song

The day my brother died well they, Shut down the highway, yes they Shut down the highway, oh they Shut down the highway all day long And when I started cryin' well I Walked me a long way, yes I Walked me a long way, oh I Walked me a long way, the long way home I hear...

Fall Poem

Gold drips from barren trees Sunlight older in the afternoon Grown tired, brown leaves scatter Wind carries them where it will Winter's coming to the fields, The parks, the streets, the neighborhoods Old man huddles in his room Blanket drawn high to chest He knew a...

Write About Now

My first job as a paid writer was with the University of Missouri-Kansas City's student newspaper. I wrote for the arts section. Album reviews. Exhibit reviews. An interview with the new head of the dance program. My cult classic "MTV Hell." The editor of the arts...

Awakenings

Today, Maggie comes home after spending election week in Washington, D.C. It reminds me of a similar trip I took in February 1984. My first plane ride and my first trip outside of the Midwest. I, like Maggie, was 17. I had somehow been recruited for a program called...

The Bully on the Bus

In college, I rode a bus from my apartment complex to campus and back every day. Some days, a girl rode the bus who, I liked to think, was like me. Quiet. Shy. Serious. From the way she dressed and watched the familiar Columbia, Missouri, streets glide pass through...

Trump l'oeil

Down here it's just winners and losers And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line –Bruce Springsteen, "Atlantic City" Personally, I will lose nothing if Donald Trump wins. I am a white man. I was born in America. I grew up in one of eight towns in the...