And if there are moments where heaven opens up a little, rains down some extra happiness, this was one of those nights.

This Day. My mother recounting a single story to me over and over again. She places me on a Carousel, sits me on the sleek, horse, raring...

I knew in my gut that I would carry this with me all my life. The knowledge that empty space could be a hell of a thing.

It’s like running into an old lover 20, 30, 40 years down the road. Not the same person at all. Changed a whole lot. Yet . . . somehow, whe

This Day. I woke with Iona on my mind. The Isle that is that thin place. Where the sky meets the earth, the sea meets the land, and where...

These days. I relive all the miles I’ve traveled going home again. Places I’ve traveled from like South Florida down Everglades way....

These days. I miss the used to be. The way back when. I miss my Mother bringing in the mail, pouring her tenth cup of coffee, sitting...

These days. Wanting everything to hit just so. Like that moment a song comes on the radio and you sing your heart out cause of that pent...

These days. A simple image comes to mind. Two lines that intersect. The image lingers for hours, days. Lasts longer than I wish. Says...

These days. I am no longer haunted half as much by the broken places in my life. Riffs and shifts. Fields planted with promise. Not a...

Loved talking Christopher Nolan’s masterful undertaking of American Promethius with Michael on Welcome to the Party Pal for this...

These days. Remembering other-worldly places I have been. Teenage days where rain turned us away from the beach, lightning kicked us off...

Color me happy any day I talk movies and great shows with Mike Shields on his podcast, Welcome to the Party Pal! It was so much fun to...

Quick note and shuot out to Radix Magazine! If you are in the mood snuggle up with my new story, Scavengers, just published in Radix...

These days. My Grandmother and all that she was to me is close at hand. Never more than today when I think of how many years we gathered...

These days. I think of dead people. A lot. Getting older, friends and family going on and leaving me behind. Here to remember, hold...

These days. How they slip beneath my feet. Some feeling sturdy like walking on ancient rocks. Others, suddenly, without warning, like the...

These days. I find strange comfort in the simple things. A cast iron pan. A stocked woodpile of seasoned oak. A fireplace or a woodstove...

These days. It’s raining in North Carolina. A November kind of rain where the temps drop ‘bout 30 degrees overnight. Where the sky stays...

These days. I am thinking of things we keep locked away. I have always loved keys. The concept of a key that unlocks secret doors and...