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 ›
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 ›
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 ›
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 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 ›
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 ›
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 ›
The flimsy blue curtain dangled loose from its Velcro snap. I caught a glimpse of the other side as it swayed with the turbulence. Between waves of blanket blue, I spied warm peanuts and champagne. The curtain separated two classes…. Read More ›
It had taken nearly an hour to write and only one second to drop. It was decided, and it was the way it had to be. From the small table, next to a faded green plastic cactus, I could see… Read More ›
Harley’s Bowl was where we rolled, almost every weekend. The 60’s inspired single-story building towered over the otherwise empty field, unless the circus was in town. The bleak architecture neither inspired nor dissuaded us. The Nihilists weren’t scripted yet, there… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 