The Window: Part Two
Read Part One Here... "I wonder how many cows he has," Nancy, the wife, said while stocking a shelf in the bedroom with her unpacked hardcover books. "I d ...
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 ...
I Published a Book of Poetry
I am co-authoring a book with a buddy of mine that we plan to publish on Amazon Kindle, Nook, etc., etc. This past weekend I was really itching to get something ...
Familiar Descent
Halfway up the stairs I stopped, Unable to continue toward The Door. Somehow, Knowing struck more fear than Questioning. . . So I descended back to my ...
I Might Have Grown
Here's a little poem about a poem that popped into my head last night and that I forgot. First time I've "written" a poem in years. I've penned plenty of songs, ...