These days. A simple image comes to mind. Two lines that intersect. The image lingers for hours, days. Lasts longer than I wish. Says...

Quick note and shuot out to Radix Magazine! If you are in the mood snuggle up with my new story, Scavengers, just published in Radix...

These days. My Grandmother and all that she was to me is close at hand. Never more than today when I think of how many years we gathered...

These days. I think of dead people. A lot. Getting older, friends and family going on and leaving me behind. Here to remember, hold...

These days. I find strange comfort in the simple things. A cast iron pan. A stocked woodpile of seasoned oak. A fireplace or a woodstove...

These days. I am thinking of bridges. The seeming majestic miracle of a bridge that carries us across waters or across years and years...

I was an only child for seven years until my baby sister was born. In those young and formative years my daddy was away in the Army and...