Gingerbread Home

“I’ve never built a gingerbread house” I said, sheepishly, as the walls stuck awkwardly together and the roof continued to slide out-of-place. The finished product represented less a house, and more a dilapidated shack. But, the kids were happy.... Read More →

Gemini

The Gemini dances through the mind. An array of fire and pain. The whimsical way he moved, fleeting through... Read More →

2016

WAR IS PEACE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH One of my favorite parts of George Orwell’s classic, 1984,... Read More →

Twenty-five

I will confess to a whimsical side. To oversized fur hunting caps, worn Caulfield-style, as I dance through crooked... Read More →