It was earlier than either one of us should have been awake and the tapping rain on the windshield made me want to go back to sleep. The driver’s head bobbed with the jagged melody of the Chili Pepper’s Californication…. Read More ›
perspective
Write of Passage
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 ›
Digging up Your Digs
It’s been almost 15 years since my family buried a time-capsule near our cabin. In a grand ceremony with Kahlua in our coffee, we found a perfect spot in the mountains and dug a deep hole beneath the shadows of… Read More ›
A Writer’s Leap
Sixth-graders come in two camps: those that giggle with uncontrollable joy when presented with a dead frog and an X-Acto knife, and those that shake their heads in protest, cry, vomit, or somehow manage to skip class on dissection day…. Read More ›
Sush
From this point on, you have fifty words. Until the day you die. Speak today and silence may claim the rest of your days. But unspoken words will expire with your final breath. Think, not for moments, but for days,… Read More ›
Writing About Disjoint
You are the sum total of everything you’ve ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot – it’s all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive. –Maya… Read More ›
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 ›
Writing Challenge: Writerly Reflections (Why I Write)
Wayward words tumble like elbows, knees, and toes fall into the gut of a man pushed down a padded flight of stairs. Padded stairs? Yes, padded stairs – just in case I’m that man, so that I can survive to… Read More ›
Teen Age Idol
Who did I idolize as a teenager? I gave myself sixty-seconds to think about it and concluded that the better question is who didn’t I idolize as a teenager? Like many, during the awkward teenage years, I idolized anyone that:… Read More ›
I Know You Are but What Am I?
What if someone (let’s say Pee Wee Herman, for kicks) told you that you could travel back to any time and place? I pondered this question for a few minutes and toured just a few of the almost endless possibilities…. Read More ›
eternal Domnation 