Author Archives: Stephen Futterer

My wife, acting fast, snapped the photo as we sped east along I-70 from Denver to Baltimore back in the summer of 2020. The name is a fun portmanteau of Kansas and Colorado, as it sits near the state line in western Kansas. To the city-slicker, life sure looks simpler out on the prairie, atContinue reading ““In my mind I’m gone to Kanorado…””

“Though my problems are meaningless, that don’t make them go away I need a crowd of people, but I can’t face them day to day” — Neil Young from song “On the Beach” (1974)

’twere few who probed the Bloody Lane Made a measure of the dead And took the trumpet’s long refrain On which that pox was spread Few saw first-hand the Devil’s Den Or that actor’s vaulting fame But a house divided, now as then, Will soon be spurred to flame Be this not the Hornet’s NestContinue reading ““The Hounds of Mars””

It’s a curious thing to title a photograph. I think it might often be best for them to remain unadorned, so as not to suggest a theme. Let the viewer carve out their own meaning. Some artists eschewed titles for their works. Clyfford Still used an alphanumeric system along with the year of completion toContinue reading ““We Are NOT All The Same””

Stumbled into this incredibly delicious toffee treat (Tovfefe?) in VA Beach, of all places. Long story. But be warned, it’s highly addictive. BF Skinner levels. Should probably come with a warning label. If the Sackler’s had discovered it, we’d all be happily in a diabetic coma. As if Chapel Hill, NC hadn’t done enough forContinue reading ““These are a few of my favorite things…””

Brick Dunn: “Now listen here, Hatti. I’m takin’ that lamp if I have to haul it out in pieces.” Hatti: “Over my dead body!” Brick Dunn: “That can be arranged. Besides your lawyer already wrung me dry for the jalopy, the saggin’ bungalow, and that dumb statue of a black bird we’ve been draggin’ aroundContinue reading ““Lamplight Noir””