About a Boor

One month after I finished writing the first part of this piece I called my grandfather and wished him a happy Easter. My...

It hailed on the evening of Friday, February Eighth and I remember it well because hail is uncommon in San Diego and beca...

I authored this poem for my brother-in-law after prolonged, earnest meditation over a Thomas Kinkade painting. It composed...

Season’s greetings, Friends, Family, Loved Ones, and Others (you know who you are...) I found the writing of this Christ...

It wasn’t until I began scaling a stone wall behind a stranger’s hotel room in the desert darkness of the Arizona night that...

If you find yourself in Old San Juan and you follow the right cobblestone street, down the proper narrow alleyways, past the...

There was a man and there was a airboat and there was one can of Budweiser and there were two cigarettes and there was a cad...