Airports are a feeding frenzy for perspective seekers. I love airports. I do. Always have. Terminals pulse, day or night, and the tingling vibrations that match the flickers of the fluorescent lights always remind me that I’m going somewhere. It… Read More ›
creative writing
Taking Stock in Our Kitchen
I’d like to think when Aunt Helen said “if you’re not cooking, get out of the kitchen,” a special exclusion applied to me. Me. I wasn’t even tall enough to see down into the treasured stockpot filled with my Nonni’s… Read More ›
Race to More of Me
I tell myself it’s not a race towards a jolly laugh, yet I feel the pace quicken. Call it the mid-thirties, or maybe it’s just that choices have presented themselves. Whether it’s my youth that disappears with each step or… Read More ›
Hawai-I Do
I can’t remember all the details, which is a shame. It was a week for the ages, a celebration of a commitment between two wonderful friends, an elation of the union we were actually part of, in a small way,… Read More ›
Fruits of Labor
I know a winemaker. Not many people get to say that. One of the benefits of living in California, I suppose. But even more than knowing him, I know his story. He didn’t always make wine. And that’s the thought… Read More ›
Seen Your Time (A Poem)
Seen Your Time One thread at a time Taught between your fingers it lingers to the ground Tight where you pull time from under me It’s the laugh of all laughs In mirrors the laughs of your laugh Directed at… Read More ›
Seasons Please
the seasons ceased to change the moment the ripples in your heart were swallowed by the sea you and I in the past tense to say we’d from the weeds in my veins where embers used to bleed this cannot… Read More ›
California One (A Short Story)
“There’s at least fifty ways to forgive your mother,” said Stitches, “and I bet you haven’t tried a single one of them.” Below them, the number one bus released air and lowered its door to the curb. Charlie let gravity… Read More ›
The Night Was Sid Vicious
I wish I was a rock star. To call it a breakthrough, may be a little on the dramatic side. But it’s something, a moment of clarity, a way to explain why my mind takes the inputs from my senses… Read More ›
ManFlu Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
ManFlu. I may be stating the obvious here, but let me just say that there is nothing common about a flu when a man has one. In fact, this has been proven in the equivalent of a scientific court of… Read More ›