Original Poem: My Uncle’s Garage
It's a tremendous honor to have my work included in the current issue of The University of Oklahoma College of Medicine's journal Blood and Thunder: Musings on the Art of…
It's a tremendous honor to have my work included in the current issue of The University of Oklahoma College of Medicine's journal Blood and Thunder: Musings on the Art of…
Thanks to the team at The Rush Magazine for providing a home for this very short, very personal piece. (More about my relationship with my old man and his father,…
Special thanks to the wonderful Tara Laskowski for asking me to participate in her series "What Scares You?" (see more from this series and find out more about Tara at…
I visited my mother’s grave the first several years for the same reason I used to attend church: it was expected, it was meant to make me feel better, it…
I’m fortunate, in a sense, to be the type of person that gets more sentimental about the times I read a certain book or heard a particular album than I…
You can remember what it was like: seeing the world through another set of eyes—that evening, halfway through high school, watching the snow fall outside your window. Lights out and that music…
I’m fortunate, in a sense, to be the type of person that gets more sentimental about the times I read a certain book or heard a particular album than I…
April, according to this poet, is the cruelest month. April, according to these lovers of poetry, is National Poetry Month, and the only cruelty is metaphorical (which isn’t to say T.S. Eliot was being…
i. True story: my sister, during her junior or senior year at Boston University, called to talk about what I didn't yet realize was a classic college cliché, disguised as…
I don’t believe what I just saw! No one else in the room could believe it, either. Kirk Gibson had, before our eyes and on television, done something so improbable,…