Ricky Tango, Jr. Becomes a Man
I was ten years old the day I became a man. I was out under the pecan tree eating porridge from my favorite armadillo shell when I heard Momma scream. I ...
The Window: Part One
We moved here to little Withers, Arkansas because the price was too good to pass up. We had been looking for a nice, secluded chunk of land in Texas, but damn t ...
Home Fries
Tim marveled at the home fries. They were quite different here at Lindy's in New York City than what he'd grown up consuming as home fries back in Texas. Texa ...
Writing These Days: A Poem
This poem pretty much sums up my writing abilities these days... I was once quite good at capturing words... I'd draw a net with my pen And in there they'd ...