Waves push pull, the media bobs at the shifting surface. Waves push pull; we swallow brine like sunshine rays. … More
For Raymond Carver Even with time’s lapsing, water continues to fill the pages of your stories I’ve inherited. Examined as … More
Okay, get out there, get to it, and do it all to the sound of a generation lost.
My best friend’s dad survived Leukemia. Fought it for two years. Slept in hospital beds for over a year. Lost … More
You can only strike with one edge of a sword. No more denying it or speaking against it. I toss … More
What a glorious morning you could call this one in particular. A morning where time stands and has loosened … More
Your virtues (burning at the stake) Your pride (suffocating in smoke) Your passion (whittled down to bone) Your humility (in … More