Literature

Mental Disorder

A collection of written material and images

All work copyright Crawdad Nelson unless specified otherwise

The Submarine Races

There might be half a dozen cars tucked in the holes and hideouts provided by love’s anarchy on racing slicks and loose dirt dug out of...

Forty Years Out The fog rolled in again and rolled out fatter; last night camped outside town there was an owl in a tree above the...

I sink on the tide past heaving irrigation pumps, under bridges loud with afternoon business and pleasure, every twenty minutes a pickup...

Fast Food Chain Bon Faire market, about a quarter to nine, I’m standing in the cool wind handling the gas pump and a hawk loops over,...

How many broken down cars got rolled over--how many old rugs-- how much paint, lying in the rocks until it burned, or got shoved a little...

#owhee #towhee #river

By crows tilting delta breezes, and ancient waterways composed of old stone, deep in the ground; by wild chicory blooming through...

Lobo woke about noon, or maybe a bit later, feeling as if he had spent the night inhaling poisonous gases. He checked his tobacco pouch....

The text in the loon bit comes from the day we kayaked over the Santa Cruz yacht harbor, bumping up against the extravagant lifestyles of...

Napoleon, Moscow; GW Bush, Baghdad: Why CNN Sucks as Much as Fox News Americans love history but make no pretense of understanding or...