It rained for three days. I listened. Trying to write of the sound. Sounds. Different tones from different places. In bed. By the window....

on the brink of the calendar turning the hourglass upside down for sands burying   the sky is more gray than blue the ground more brown...

I take my thumb and press it. Nestle it. Push it into the heart of the stone. Into the smooth place where it naturally rests. The...

Some months you can see coming. A mountain on the horizon. The road straight. All the green at the bottom. The red in the middle blended...

The drip in the laundry ticks a slower time. I wonder where the water is going while watching sugar ants soldier march counter to sink...

The through of the threshold brought no cold. The unseen comfort curtain hanging between inside and outside gone. Stepping through the...

As spring begins its reign there comes a time for the first warm hard rain. I toast the solstice. Celebrate transition. Watch the yard...

The Moon blocked the sun and we searched for vegetables and people who weren’t white. We traveled to a tourist nook named Nashville for a...

I was pummeled by the flu and bought a new pair of shoes. And M accepted the virus as her own and bought a new pair of pants. And one...

With a hind muscle leap from the loveseat the chase was on. Two romps across the area rug and then the clapper claw of scrambling paws...

The fence shadows crept like ghosts back to graves and then it was the middle of the night. And then it was the middle of the month. I...

The fog fell heavy, ghosting expectations for anything resembling sun or summer. The season’s first hours might have invited fresh...

Instead of the rush for spring, I choose to linger in these last hours of winter. In the splash-colored backdrop of daffodil and tulip...

We raised new fences and the backyard smells of fresh milled pine. We being an expression of the gathering of craftsmen and apprentices...

and a quest for large mimosas The 10am 5K start felt far from resolutory. Dawn would have impressed. Shivering in the New Year’s frost at...

Life and Death on Interstate 64 Fifty-six hundred pounds of Escalade hard laid its side. A brilliant red of rescue lights reflects...

Now available on Amazon Books My first book is about running. Running from not being able to run to running a marathon. I didn't write it...

A costumed race unmasked It's one of those crazy costume races held near Halloween. I'm dressed as a vintage pilot, sans leather jacket,...

An eighteen-wheeler introduced me to real pain. After suffering a major trauma in a collision with a vehicle ten times bigger than my...

No masks. That's the revelation today. And it feels weird. It feels amazing, but weird. I thought I'd have a crest the top roller coaster...