All men sacrifice, starting with Jesus’ example. Interchanging the name of Jesus with that of God is confusing to our youths. Let us be thankful for them all. I’ve always been a praying man. Passed down from my late Pawpaw, prayer was instilled in me to be performed at the…

By: Jay Horne Reading can be exceedingly dangerous. For example, one of the serfs was nearly executed when I overheard him telling the Pharaoh that his son Sadiki had been lost in a book for days. Yes, very dangerous stuff reading. And it’s obvious that it ruins your eyes. …

I came to Milwaukee as a travel writer and cardiac monitor technician and became a nomad. Dread Pirate Roberts, here I come! — Confessions of a Lyft driver. If you haven’t seen nor read The Princess Bride by William Goldman then stop here and do that. One may miss Wesley’s super ambitious, though logical, quest to seek his fortune across the sea. It is no less ambitious than The Richest Man in Babylon’s. Wesley…

I had such great posture when I came out of basic training, but the years have slowly pulled my shoulders forward, and sent my gaze back to my less than confident gait. I could blame my downcast eyes on the frozen and slippery tundra, but I remember that the Naval…

I was just a little thing. Suck and pee and poop. The lights were dim. The Sound was loud. Every now and then a droop. Wailing brought the watering. Silence brought the dark. Then in between the times I screamed, motion in my parts. What parts was I? A sucker? … Farts…

To boldly go, is to go boldly where no man has before, whether into the thicker font of a more deeply dipped pen, or into the throes of various venereal diseases. Where are those places where men go to be called bold? Frontiers are the obvious answer, whether into the…

Now what? — Ten years is a long time. I’ve tried all kinds of stuff to get my books seen by people. Never overly-pushy. Well, maybe one or two of my younger, more shameful, attempts. I’ve tried ads, those stupid funnel things, years of blogging, making my own website (also for years), Facebook…

When they ask me why I do it, I just say, “Yeah, it’s hard. But, I just do it.” — I never thought I’d meet Ash in real life. I couldn’t shake thinking of one of his hands like a chainsaw and the other thumbing through the Necronomicon while trying to remember the correct words to chant. But, this guy wore a kippah. Well, look at that! …

Ask the writing desk — There was a boy whose head was full of books but his brain was rocks The more he thought he thought he could but pick up a pen he’d not Standing at a writing desk feverish in thought The wood begun to score itself First a sentence then a dot …