Yes, I think it’s fair to ponder what the author of your book is made up of. Is he or she made up of the same things you are? […]

“Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.” George Orwell I have a quick tongue which, thank the […]

All was lost. What work on possibility he thought necessary had been spent. Even the ocean appeared tired. Not a wave rolled, not a ripple showed all the way back […]

I was thinking of some of the more interesting things I have done along the way; by interesting I mean frightening. As a child I was ship-wrecked on a costal […]

  How do we find substance in a fleeting moment? Silly to think that even a grain of purpose should nest in any such tidbit of time; yet the rekindled […]

Ah shit! Why did he have to go and start talking about the saint I was named after. It was bad enough I had a bayman accent and was three […]

The Chipmunk and the Ponytail

My wife is special. Yes, you would say; anyone who could live with me would have to be special. No, more than that, much more than that. She retains the […]

Moms

Moms, I love you. We need you. I would imagine that everything there is to be said about a mom, good and bad, has been uttered thousands of time; and […]

The Guardians

The Guardians find their way into both my books, The Druid and the Flower, and Ashima. I have contemplated writing a book that deals exclusively with them, and might just […]

Pain is nothing more than pain. That tooth pulled without Novocain. Yes it hurt, but once he decided to accept the pain, it became bearable. His arm bone snapped back […]