every year lent rolls around and we hear the same old jargon. its a time to get closer to god. no one ever asks the question: how far is ...

it's done. finally. I finished my draft for Free Dom! I looked at the document creation date and it reads July 4th, 2019. I'm not sure if...

im watching the sun shine off the leftover settled snow from the recent storm and I feel grateful. I've only been in Ohio about eight mon...

the rooftops remind me of powdered donuts and the ground is blanketed in a white slate which brought me back here to you (and of course, ...

it's been some time since I've written here. I suppose it's a combination of reasons: - the toddler in my life - the move across the coun...

"O, woe is me T'have seen what I have seen, see what I see!" - Shakespeare (Hamlet) The Chinese treat the common cold with Ma Huang, a pl...

the birds are chirping outside my car window but other than that, the silence is like a blanket over me. I embrace it, thinking of the ba...

his eyes pierce me like two additional claws he's grown through evolution and survival of the fittest in this house with the two addition...

his Mercedes' license plate read: "XFRM BOY" so I pictured him as a strapping young man with overalls stretched across an autumn orange a...

It is finally done! Well, sort of. I have finished writing Reintegration! Finally, after years. After starting and scrapping seventeen ch...

in the cool draft of a November Sunday the fireplace called my name. maybe it was the poems I had just finished reading, the frigid, what...

When I originally thought about taking one of my last two weeks of parental leave, I envisioned a full seven days of complete relaxation....

I haven’t done an update on my novel in some time. Since the last post about Reintegration we have been doing our best to take care of a ...

Breathe in. Do you smell that? That odor in the air. It’s a rotten, disturbing scent floating around in the culture. It reminds me of sev...

Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a man with superpowers, a closet full of skeletons, a chest constricted by anxieties...

The streets are avenues of eyeballs, dips, dives and detours divert my path, a Ford Focus halfway out the driveway in front of me, the ga...

your mother is concerned as to why the torrent of poems written about you have halted. she asked if I still love my family, leading me dow...

the mylar balloon was tied to power lines, bobbing up and down like a buoy playing with the tension of a metaphor in a poem and a potenti...

it was a good morning dishes with smeared ketchup residue and pans united with fried egg piled up in the sink flakes of sesame sunflower ...