One 3 CUCK ME

Travis Mateer and the Dildos of Consequence

poetry

  • Which Woody? Which William?

    I had a choice to make: should I go further south, into True Detective territory (the well-meaning Detective Woody choice), or should I start making my way west, into Natural Born Killer territory (the psycho-initiate choice). I chose the latter. I rolled into Santa Fe and got down to business, which for me is acquiring books for Read more

  • Game Day

    Normally I wouldn’t care about a football team’s mascot, but synchronicity, symbolism, and the circumstantial significance of today’s game means I am absolutely taking notice of what kind of animal South Dakota State University will be sporting on their gear when they play for the FCS Championship 122 miles from where Sean’s family lives in Read more

  • Christmas Day

    Jesus Christ is a part of this story, but not in the way you might think. I am not celebrating a birthday today. I am celebrating my ability to be a quiet presence in the pre-dawn hours for my kids while in the presence of my father, who I despise. When I left Montana in August for Read more