Cocaine Days

With cocaine in my veins, I took my fists to the wall. The drug coursing through my body, I justified unleashing all the overbearing emotions. The hatred. The rage. The sadness. A beast, awakened and free, barreling through drywall... 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 →

Effigy

I split wood for the fire. Tonight will be a bonfire.   We are burning ourselves in effigy.  I... Read More →

Beauty

I contend I may never be a beautiful writer. The one who has words dancing along the screen. Awe-inspiring,... Read More →

American Hangover

The thought of deporting my father-in-law appeases me. Unfortunately, after he snuck in this country illegally, he went back... Read More →