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…
The roaring river slows to a trickle amid long days when rage rises up flooding your soul drowning everything else out. – And yet, they wait just out of reach— the promise of a sunrise. This is the seventeenth poem…
The confidence of a teenage girl hangs from a long strand of silk that makes its way through bustling high school hallways all the way home where it is cut loose so she can be herself in a place she…
Sometimes I stop and look around and wonder why we do it For the 80 years we’re blessed with walking the earth why do we care so passionately about things – Our lives are but a speck on the timeline…
At the grocery store with all its plastic food and marketing light pushing a cart following my wife keeping the oblivious zombies stocking up for the week at arm’s distance thinking how hard it is sometimes just to get through…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
