So there I am, standing in my kitchen in my pajamas, just out of the shower with wet hair, burning a chicken, like a frequently…
It’s winter, but I hate it, and since I’ve been digging in the writing folder, I decided to revisit this essay from way back in…
One late night in the mid-1980s, a young college student was peacefully reading in her small house she shared with a roommate, who was working…
I have always liked this poem…whoever She is, for one moment in time, she is very special indeed. It doesn’t really matter, that she wasn’t…
WHRRRRR! Oh boy….it’s the drill, and there is nothing quite like having your mouth full of gravel. I feel the cold spray of the water…
Such a wonderful day. The alarm at my bedside fires off with a blare. I feel as enthusiastic and energetic as I always do at…
There is still time to read (and vote if you like) for short story/poems in the current issue of the Texas Writers Journal. My story…
All things end, as they must. Those balmy fall nights turn chilly – the competition amps up for the competitors, the ball finally comes to…