This is a Jack Tale written, somewhat, in the tradition of ancient fairy tales and nursery rhymes.  I would really like to see illustrations for this story.  Please feel free to rewrite it if you like.  Just let people know how it got started.  Please comment and share it too.  I've elaborated on its conception below.

Page One:

Jack  lived on a farm with his Grandpa Joe
Where it hardly rained, and nothing would grow

Page Two:

Brittle grasses and cottonwood trees
Hugged dry creek beds, shook in the ...
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In my previous blog entry, "How to Get Eviscerated," I included links to a song called "Eviscerated," which I initially conceived as an acoustic punk song.  Since then, the song has undergone a few transmutations by way of the talented musician Sam Sanco.  This is her latest doo-wop version:

http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1206473

Here's to "the folk process," as Sam calls it.  The return to this process in all forms of art will herald a time of collaboration and cultural enrichment, as long a...
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I was reading The Walking Dead comics a couple years ago.  A friend had heard that I liked zombie fiction, so he recommended Robert Kirkman's work.  I'd been in my job for seven years.  I'd been in the suburbs for eons.  The analogy of the zombie and the modern consumer should be obvious to all of us now, but I wanted to take it a bit further.  I tend to accuse others of being zombies without exploring my own plight.  Well, I'm just as much a slavering zombie, and a gun-toting survivalist, as...
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