(Originally published by The Rye Whiskey Review)


…poems, stories, and mediocre musings
(Originally published by The Rye Whiskey Review)


(Originally published by The Beatnik Cowboy)

there was a man from Dublin
he celebrated St. Patrick’s Day
with boatloads of Guinness
he was a catholic who dressed in
scary costumes to ward off
spirits during the festival of Samhain
he listened to music heavy
in fiddle, piano, and acoustic guitar
combined with instruments like Irish
bouzoukis, uilleann pipes, and
celtic harps known as clairseach
he danced in Irish jigs, reels, and step
he wore wooden shoes and dresses based
on designs found in the Book of Kells
he believed in the banshee
the tales of Fionn Mac Cumhaill
and leprechauns
he only read literature by
Swift, Yeats, Wilde, Shaw, and Stoker
he was the town weirdo
an outcast
because the man was from
Dublin, Georgia

My wife said that we needed the large cast iron pot washed to sear some steaks. I told her that I would handle that. I confessed to her of my relatively newfound joy from hand washing, hand drying, and seasoning cast iron pots with some type of oil. I told her that it was actually more of a slow burn of interest, growing gradually over time, as I was taught to respect the cast iron, if only subconsciously.
She gave me an awkward glance, but quickly said, “Okay.” As if to say, whatever, just wash the damn thing.
I inherited multiple cast iron pots that went to my mom after her mom passed, then to my dad after she passed, then to me after he passed.
That may sound like quite a long time, but it was all of 6 years.
I’m not exactly sure when or where the pots were bought, made, or where the lineage begins.
However, the thought of a pot being handed down from generation to generation is admirable and fascinating to me. The fact that is looks almost as good today, as is did upon it’s production day, is a true testament to hard work and care that is few and far between in todays society and current work ethic. Generally speaking of course. But…
I guarantee, a goddamned t-fal set will never last over 200 years.
(Originally published by The Rye Whiskey Review)

