• “These children make their way into my dreams at night. With their yellowed, leathery skin, white eyelids, croup like cough and persistent sores, they reflect the consequences of inaction to a catastrophe that was…

  • Mt. Trashmore

    It’s the start of dusk and I am walking toward my car in a downtown district. The encroaching evening is beautiful, one that brings about bare shoulders and clinking glasses among friends. I am…

  • What the Casey Anthony case taught me.

    For the past couple of weeks it has been the same thing as I walk through the garage door after a long day at work. I hear the sound of some distraught news reporter,…

  • Playground

    We challenge the skies, mountains, oceans and untouched wilderness. We are such dreamers in this world, attempting to prevail and conquer. Posting our flags with such pride. Yet, some fail in the face of…

  • Rest

    “REST” has been written and i am grasping the prescription, refusal on my tongue. i turn to continue the futile digging, this incessant searching for this exclamation marked epiphany. i scratch at the bottom and…

  • >Kentucky Avenue

    >It has been a week and one day since I had been in Joplin, Missouri. A week and one day since leaving my fingerprints on the utter destruction that had laid before me. A…

  • >"Cubism Dream"

    >I fear that it has been in the moments that I reach this blank page, with this blinking cursor cursing my thoughts and me, that I draw question marks in place of what I…

  • >This is our ring around the trunk.

    >When we wiggle ourselves out of the truth that has been imparted unto us, we find ourselves in the hardest jigsaw puzzle of our lives. Life becomes this outrageous enigma, full of mirrors reflecting…