Press "Enter" to skip to content

Posts published by “Flynn Washburne”

The Stony Lonesome: Stereotypes

If I were a big game hunter, one place I would absolutely not ply my trade would be a zoo. It wouldn't be an honest…

The Stony Lonesome: Open Mic In Caspar

It was a lovely early summer Albion day and I was enjoying it in the front yard with my Hungarian bombshell neighbor. Hungarian-American, I suppose…

One Mean Redskin

It appears that Native Americans are currently part of the national cultural conversation and I — well, wait. I should probably qualify that by saying…

The Stony Lonesome: A Coastal Home Companion

And now the news from Fort Bragg, where the women are patient, the men spend a lot of time at home, and the children are around here somewhere… It's officially summer and the marijuana is already as high as a Doberman's thigh. It's expected to be a bumper crop this year if you talk to Rollie Deschutes down at the Weed Feed 'n' Seed as some do, though I wouldn't recommend it, given the condition of his oral hygiene… Rollie's let himself "go to pot," so to speak, since that big disappointment with the VFW poetry contest in the early spring. Turned out the whole thing was a fever dream brought on by a surfeit of immature peyote buttons served to him in the guise of Brussel sprouts by his practical joking cousin Ephraim. Rollie's 5,000-word ode to jellybeans, written entirely in squid ink on discarded plywood sheets, will be on display at the back of the store until August.

No Good Deed, Fort Bragg Branch

What I love(d) about living in the big city is the wealth of opportunity. I'm not talking about the potential for cultural enrichment or the…

The Stony Lonesome: Suicide

There’s nothing funny about suicide, unfortunately; one cannot employ humor to mitigate the horror, not and remain within the bounds of humanity and good taste.…

The Stony Lonesome: Kids Today

I'm sitting here looking at the February 11 issue of the AVA and wondering what I should make of the fact of my work being…

The Stony Lonesome: Primary Purpose

Ever since I first discovered meth in 1981 — no, that's not right. I believe I should correctly say that since Meth, out on its…

The Stony Lonesome: A Modest Proposal

There are scourges, and then there are scourges. Dutch elm disease, the Golden Horde, AIDS, potato blight, Spanish flu, Japanese beetles, Nazism, Maroon 5, war,…

A Wine Country Adventure

In 2009, you may recall the nation underwent a severe economic downturn -- a consequence, I gather, of Jesus expressing his displeasure at the American…

Baby Breaking Blue (It’s Bad)

I've always been a sucker for music. I don't mean that I love it, although I do; I mean I'm susceptible in the extreme to…

-