Dumb-Ass Acres 9
Love in a Time of C̶h̶o̶l̶e̶r̶a̶ ̶S̶c̶u̶r̶v̶y̶ Coronavirus: A Bar Jester Chronicle; or, A Tragi-Comedy in One Act
Says here malaria treatments work on COVID-19.
Blessed With Triple Ds: A Dispatch from Dumb-Ass Acres
This is a description of small-town life and the help you can expect to receive from people not conditioned to give strangers the finger.
Dying Properly—like a Dumb Ass (A Dispatch)
Little do I know that in a few days I will have died properly: by explosion.
The Winter of our Disconchickentent: A Dispatch
Nature stepped in in her wonted way and took complete control.
Good Night, Sweet Babe Magnet
It's as if two men are talking fondly about a woman both of them were once married to.
And Then Came the Chickens, Part Two: A Dispatch from Dumb-Ass Acres
“Bawk-bawk be-gehk!” she cries, and I know just where she’s coming from.
And Then Came The Chickens—After the Bobcat: A Dispatch
Heaven favored me with three successive clement weekends.
Oneself as Another in the Controlled Burn: A Dispatch
Low flames and smoke and visions of the eschaton.