I remember the Parker’s. You cross the creek bout two miles down a dirt road and through the wood. Then you are at the Parker’s house. I remember the Parker’s outhouse. I remember the smell. I remember the house. Windows with flour sack curtains. Bare bones, wood frame house. No…

I grew up with the Rev. Kenneth Copeland. He and I attended the same church. The Church of ‘St. Vitus-Holy Prophet of God Assembly.’ I will always remember this anecdote which he shared. Picture this: The 1880's,Kenny’s Grandpa, ‘Buford Copeland’ is hitching a mule to a buckboard. He is preparing…

Could Bruce Springsteen save America? I love good music. Most genres. I really love it when it touches something inside which I can’t verbalize. I am not a musician. So, I will continue, with the disclaimer, I am not a musician nor am I qualified as a critic. …

A dedicated team is currently vetting and evaluating the potential of a Capt. Crunch/Mr. ‘T’ ticket. Campaign slogan: ‘MACA’ ‘Make America Crunchy Again’ and “ Pity the Fools who vote MAGA.” Mr.’ T was recently interviewed by Sugar Bear, beloved Mascot of Sugar Crunch cereal, Mr. ‘T’ is quoted as…

We Were Within a colonization of tombstones. Verdant rites of spring, Arms of earth, embrace parched epitaphs, to buried thirst. Where once was barefoot glee, of those now interred. The sun breaks upon monuments to the pouring sky. Nesting larks, busy, building a home upon a mourning angels crown. Sentinel Gargoyle, gazing on the grave diggers glistening back, Murmurs ‘Quasimodo ‘ Monuments hold high to the pouring sky.

You could call me a derelict, I suppose. Not surprising I would find myself in the company of same. I looked up ‘derelict’ and it’s usage has increased over the past 30 or so years. Originally it meant ‘abandoned’ and still does. An abandoned building, an abandoned ship floating unmanned…

Memento Mori, We are the doomed. We set earth on fire. We soaked the Mother with poison. Gaia weeps, Weeps for her unborn. For her stillborn. For her screaming creation. …

Great piece Manny. I liken it to America's 'Manifest Destiny ' and the arrogant ignorance toward the indigenous people of North America. Savages all. No differentiation between a developed system of laws and culture the Cherokee Nation and the more brutal warrior/horse culture of say ,the Comanche. All native tribes, lumped into an indistinguishable mass, ready to be dominated and or, eliminated. Whichever was more expeditious. I see very little difference between this and the foreign policies toward the middle east , Arab , Persian , African or Asian tribes.

Hey Mark, I appreciate your piece. Thank you for your insight. Refreshing. This is something from a much darker place. Kenneth Copeland: A Remembrance from Televangelist Preacher / Master 'Snake Oil Salesman'. A tale of Kenneth Copeland’s Grandpa, Buford Kenneth Copeland I grew up with the Rev. Kenneth Copeland. He…