It happened again: I became a better writer. It’s true. Not that it was anything I did. In fact, I haven’t pecked at the keys, studied the craft, or even read for pleasure in months. Strictly speaking, all I did… Read More ›
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A Letter In Trees
After a five minute hike through fairly dense woods in Santa Barbara, I found a climbable rock and pulled myself up to its flattest surface. I shielded the sun that poked through the meadow’s canopy and settled onto the cool, biased, granite…. Read More ›
Memories Applied in a Dirt Lot
Like a camera out of focus, everything in front of me was just a little bit off. I pinched my eyes to temper the blur, to see that the world around me was, in fact, real. It was a moment… Read More ›
Nobody Calls Me Nobody
“He was a nobody before he was a somebody,” a former NFL quarterback said, about Pat Tillman. “And he never forgot that, he carried it with him. That’s what made him so special.” Well intentioned words, I must say, that… Read More ›
Our Reflection in You
In the monitor We watch you wake Pray you’ll sleep The lull will take On that screen We watch you fuss In the reflection You’re part of us Beyond the glow We watch you stir Hope you’ll settle Know… Read More ›
It Goes With Saying
Why do we say “needless to say,” only to follow with the unneeded? [eD note: this is, perhaps, not the most judicious edit of “needless to say,”] I need to say, as of late, I’m exhausted. This might be the… Read More ›
We Light Candles
In my family, we light candles. Often a rite, sometimes a figurative nod. In either case, what results is something far greater than light. “I will light a candle for you,” we say. But with those words, we really mean,… Read More ›
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The sun bounced off the license plate screwed onto the car ahead of me. It was something about the way the metallic light caught my eye, maybe the quickness it skipped from silver to grey. I smiled as I put… Read More ›
A Moment Recognized
As someone who writes (I am serving a self-imposed probation against calling myself a “writer”), there is nothing better than recognizing a moment while it is happening. Images tend to burn into my mind and tangential thoughts weave into common… Read More ›
What’d You Call Me?
What’d you call me? Though usually superfluous and rhetorical in nature, I must profess that I absolutely love this question – in fiction, and in life. Why? Because most often, when asked, we already know the answer. But for some… Read More ›
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