Dear Heart

  Something about hauling your whole life across three spacious and craggy states changes your state of mind. Not only do you leave behind your culture and half of who you know, you are alone watching the landscape change and the hours tick by with nary a soul to entertain you. The road is its …

The climb

Although I have won nothing, I already feel accomplished. A considerable hump or hill or even mountain exists between the concept of submitting a short story to either a publication or a contest and the actual submission of┬ásaid story to a publication or contest, at least for me. Even today after I had poured through …

Quotidian

Many people, on occasion, get songs stuck in their head. Rarely do I get songs stuck in my head, but more often do I get words stuck in my head. They lurk in the dusty crawl spaces of my brain and pop out between sentences like cheap gimmicks at a carnival house of horrors. Today's …

Life in the Desert

The desert is a lively thing, its dead,  flaky skin nothing more than a mask hiding the biostructure beneath. Ants dig vaults like Moria. Snakes, like elven snipers, lay silent just beneath the brown and sullen grass. Tarantulas range for prey, waring with the wasps and scorpions until they've had their fill and return to …

On Writing Letters

I wrote a letter today. It has been years since I wrote a personal letter to anybody but my wife. Yes, I've written cover letters, resignation letters, formal emails, but a real, sit yourself down, grab a pen, some paper, and start spilling your thoughts-letter hasn't happened since college, at least. I realized this strange …