A short [fiction] story of loss and belonging Standing above the hole in the ground, I realized I didn’t know what his favorite flower...

Soundtrack: Grim Grinning Ghosts ** This is a piece I wrote many years ago that I've recently polished up for the spooky season. The next...

Soundtrack - as always. It started with a green trench coat. In the fog of a lost dream, it panned out to a man wearing said coat and...

Along the pristine white and stark brown lines of the Spanish architecture and neatly trimmed ferns which framed the lobby of La Mancha,...

[This was a poem I wrote a year ago and one of the pieces I'm most proud of. I rarely write poetry - if you can even call it that, it's...

[Soundtrack] In tenth grade geometry class, I killed most of my friends. They didn't really do anything to warrant such disastrous fates....

The tales, the paintings, the bullshit Valentine’s Day cards we got in grade school - they were wrong, so they told me. My hands trembled...

a poem of clarity. Brown is okay with me. Do you view it the way I see? It is the mahogany of the grandest trees. It is the coffee and...