I take no pride in being white this is merely the skin that my soul landed in – the fact that you make such a big fuss about the color of yours makes me think that you don’t think enough…
There are no maps out here in the wild blue – just oceans of screens and their masters – interfacing in private in public – drooling like meth addicts – indifferent to the pressure – to be normal like generations…
Each of us is born with a beast inside a tiny creature with its eyes glued shut that lives in our hearts where it puts down roots and plays hopscotch between ventricles. – We name it Passion and are told…
Sure I trust her Indeed I do It’s the boy I question Making up worst case scenarios so that I’ll be ready – He pulls in the driveway gets out of his car smiling and approaches swallowing hard He sticks…
excitement builds like the dropping of the ball on new year’s eve except the ball is much brighter and times square stretches across the continent – gentlemen in power ties break from their power offices to don cheap sunglasses and stare…
sizzling yellow summer sky beach balls on blistering sand worries like butterflies floating on the breeze heaven in a season shattered by clenched fists beating down the glass wall that separates rage from logic law and reason *** This is…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
