Author: Jason

One step: A journey through time

We travel down broken roads; Trip, Fall, Seemingly missed steps farther up, down. Life is a mystery as you look forward, a lost when you look back, trying to remember what happened a few miles back. Names? Dates? Where were you when the world ended? We stand up, dust ourselves off, move forward, fourty steps, then twenty steps back, repeat. Are we alive? Are we living? Are we just surviving? Is this it? Is the magic gone? The sweet wine done consumed, the madness left, to sit at night and contemplate the wreck. All the lies we have seen, the tries we have done, the words that have been spoken, rejoice, sadness, the world spinning. Death is not the end but only the beginning, a new journey I am not willing to begin yet. I hear the spirits call, do not get me wrong, soon, I want to go behind the black curtain, to join those who have gone before. I sit here at night, contemplating my life, tears, joy? Not really. I am frightened. I am tired of broken roads and broken dreams. I am tired of this rugged journey. Do I stop, here, at this point? Or do I continue farther down the road, a step in front of steps, to stumble, to fall, to try and stand again, to continue the journey, one step, one moment,...

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A Love Poem written at Midnight

Into the night we ran, our bodies melting into one. Friction in our minds, the ecstasies of the bodies melting into one, You would try to run away if you truly knew me as what I am, A demon in my twisted mind.   We danced in the pale moonlight, our kisses dancing against our skins, We are lovers in soul and in body, two entwined as one. Could you see us on the beach, kisses lightly against the skin? Two become one? Like whispers in the dark, like sun rise love in the mid day afternoon!   I...

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Boonesville Debate Club’s Big Exciting Adventure!

  The sign read in flashy neon wave ‘No Foreigners allowed. Will be shot dead on sight!’ to all from the across the border. “Everyone one of them sunsuvabitches is a terrorist!!” Walter said, spitting to the ground. “Coming here to rape my daughters!!” “Walter, you ain’t got a kid to your name, you too ugly to get a woman pregnant!” Johnny, the word of reason laughed back. “I coulda got a woman!! I’m saving myself for marriage!!” “Walter, you’re 54!! You’re pass the point of saving and now, just gonna die a virgin!!” Johnny laughed out. Boonesville Debate...

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A note – some times I sit here, trying to cheer myself up, failing miserably. Tonight, I decided to write a love letter. It very romantic! 😉 A LOVE LETTER IN POST ROMANTIC ERA – To my dearest (insert name here), How I kinda maybe sorta like you? Just enough to let you see me naked but not enough to dedicate Bryan Adams Everything I do I do for you on Love 109. Maybe Abba Dancing Queen! When I look into my heart, I find blood, lots and lots of blood. So much blood. Where does it all come from? There is no love like your love, how I wish I could remember your name. Francis right? No? Crap!!! I wish I could remember your name. Does it rhyme with orange?? Doesn’t? Hanky Poo? No? Oh well, I shall love thee forever or until the meds wear off and I wander off, forgetting my own name, singing, I’M A LITTLE TEAPOT, SHORT AND STOUT!!! You are my everything, my life, my shining star. I am far away, freezing my planetary ass off. Get closer! Not too close! You’ll burn me up too close! How I love thee, let me count the way! One. Two. Three. What comes after three? Who knows. Math is hard. So is writing a love letter. Gawd. So here I sit, in total darkness. Stupid...

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The wheels on the bus go round and round – Chapter Christian Nut Job

I like riding on the bus, always at least a few good stories to blog about, characters, what have you. Sometimes a poem, song lyrics will enter my mind, and I’ll open Memo on my phone and write. And the best part, here in Butte, it’s free! Grant provided entertainment. People in the big city pay big bucks for such entertainment; add the five dollar chicken I’ll be buying later on tonight with the two dollar beer, I’m a very cheap date. I love myself so very much. Anyways, today, I jumped on my favorite moving theater, ole Montana...

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