Author Archives: Stephen Futterer

“Trash Talk”

From whence you came, clear plastic baggie? And what was it, if any, that your carried? To my mind, it quickly conjures contraband. But pot — though now quasi-legal — often leaves traces that the hipsters called “shake”… the stuff you’d sometimes find in the crease of a gatefold album cover. Weed had a niceContinue reading ““Trash Talk””

“Let your Jesus-freak flag fly!”

And Jesus said to his disciples, “If any of you wants to be my follower, you must give up your own way, take up your cross, and have made many small banners that bear my name to be dispersed throughout the villages and towns of the land. All the better if you collect a fewContinue reading ““Let your Jesus-freak flag fly!””

“My NERF Heart (Endzone Corazón)”

My lone heart is spongy and soft Not un-like a NERF football Its coloring’s bright, built strong to last And delights when it gets to go long In a spiralling arc on a dizzying flight Your eyes must be open to catch it But if we misjudge and it lands on your face The stingContinue reading ““My NERF Heart (Endzone Corazón)””

Worth repeating, early and often…

“The larger the mob, the harder the test. In small areas, before small electorates, a first-rate man occasionally fights his way through, carrying even the mob with him by force of his personality. But when the field is nationwide, and the fight must be waged chiefly at second and third hand, and the force ofContinue reading “Worth repeating, early and often…”