Today, a new essay, "Fire and Ice," under "Essays" on the website. FK
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Cal Roeker
5/31/2014 01:29:57 pm
"Every drink of liquor you take kills a thousand brain cells. That's alright because we have billions more. First the sadness cells die so you smile real big. Then the quiet cells go so you just say everything real loud for no reason. That's okay because the stupid cells go next so everything you say seems real smart. Finally the memory cells; those are the tough sons of bitches to kill" Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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about the authorAll right, already, I'll write something: I was born in 1954 and had mystical tendencies for as long as I can remember. In high school, the administrators referred to me as "dream-world Keogh." Did too much unnecessary chemical experimentation in my college years - as disclosed in my book about hitching in the 70's, Dream Weaver (available on Amazon, Kindle, Barnes and Noble and Nook). (Look also for my book of essays, Beneath the Turning Stars, and my novel of suspense, Hurricane River, also at Amazon). Lived with Amazon Indians for a few years, hiked the Sierra Madre's, rode the bus on the Bolivian highway of death, and received a PhD in anthropology for it all in 1995. Have been dad, house fixer, editor and writer since. Fascinating, frustrating, awe-inspiring, puzzling, it has been an honor to serve in life. Archives
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