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  • A Walk in the Garden

    Let us go for a walk in the garden. Let us be as we’re meant to be. That’d be nice but I’m afraid I have plans. I was meant to tend soil with these hands. I was made to subdue these fair lands. There’s a name I must make for myself. I’ve named beasts who…

  • Elvis Thud, Seller of Rocks

    The following is a short story for an experimental project of mine, currently called “Another Week in Absurditon.” It’s pretty off-the-wall, and am curious if the reader finds it to be good off-the-wall or Humpty-Dumpty bad off-the-wall. Appreciate any feedback! Elvis Thud was a rock salesman who had two homes and was proud neither one…

  • My book is out!

    Hey everyone. This past month I published my first book, “The Summer of Battle.” It’s a group of short stories about a boy who moves to the middle of nowhere, and discovers his big backyard is full of strange creatures and dangerous adventures. I hope kids will enjoy this book (especially 8-12-year-old boys), as well…

  • The Fence

    Around my home in an arid land With tamarisk trees and steaming sand My father built a fence. Gathered ‘round the fire one night Munching figs to our delight He told us to not go past the fence. When we asked why we couldn’t He replied that we could, but shouldn’t Wolves lived beyond the…

  • Christmas and the Dial of Destiny

    I finally watched the newest edition of the Indiana Jones saga, The Dial of Destiny. It did not disappoint. It certainly could have. Indiana Jones has aged into a curmudgeonly professor, seemingly growing weary of his post as he nears retirement. The movie could’ve devolved into an old man’s quest for discounted produce, limping to…

  • The Voice That Stilled the Sea

    Cacophony upon me A rancor room sans softening Deafening doom soon offering If only tuned toward scoff we be The breeze now wind ominously Forebodes the surge that swells the sea Their voices raise, towering tares Emotions blaze, incendiary snares Sure path turned maze a thousand stairs Would seem no way out of these cares…

  • The Father and His Messes

    A small family lived in a Scottish cottage. On a spot of land amidst cliffs and sand Which they could boast Was among the most beautiful on the Scottish coast. One day the boy came to his dad Tapped his shoulder, then the reply “Whatcha want, lad?” “Ya know all ya favorite shirts ya hang…

  • Squeaky-Clean Politicians

    I went on a search For squeaky-clean politicians The kind you could find In important positions I went to the mayor He was kind and sincere Yet spent most of his college Shotgunning beers I went to the senator She was smart as a whip But she fibbed in 8th grade I watched the whole…

  • A Dad’s Spring Break in the Big Apple

    What is spring break? Looking at the words alone implies stopping when spring comes, taking a rest from the busy things you normally do. You wouldn’t think it actually means speeding up to do thousands of things for thousands of dollars. But if you take spring break to New York City, that’s exactly what it…

  • The bugs I kill (and the few I rescue)

    Life—all life—is precious. I’ve treasured this truth steadily more over the years. It’s taken me from my aggressive youth of smashing countless caterpillars upon an oak trunk, or waylaying helpless fireflies into gold dust with a tennis racket, to my enlightened (perhaps) adulthood of trapping bugs and taking them outside. I’d like to think my…

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