My son, my eldest son, is 16 and he’s very taken with guitar, singing, rock and roll, and the like. Which of course seems entirely normal to me. He came to me today with a worry that I immediately recognized-he said, “I had all these ideas for songs last…

In our bathroom at work, there is tile. It has no visible seams, just a flat expanse of grays and blacks and whites. From my vantage point (near the sink or well, taking a constitutional) it appears flat and basic. Each day though, I see a sugar ant, tiny…

Circa 2007 — Last night I slept and I dreamed about seemingly mundane things. Sitting in a theater, buying ballet flats, the parking lot of the Winn Dixie near my childhood home. Dreams are funny. Mostly I think that dreams are just some kind of garbage removal/processing system, clearing out…

Sometimes I wonder how myths are made. If we get the full story from the wonders of history or if its an extensive millennia long game of telephone. A few weeks ago I went out to see a concert at Britt Festival. Britt is this amazing physical space out in…

Published in the 90's Engine revs at the stoplight Fearful the cold wind with suck out its power. Wizened leaves race or run or chase Performing gymnastic death throes The night is wet and cold The first storm of the season And I drive. To just keep moving, to meet…

This boy is covered in shades of dirt and sweetly sweated grime, carrying a tiny slug on his index finger before tucking it into his shirt pocket for safe keeping. This boy wraps a bag of flour in a blanket and fiercely defends his baby against smaller hands, he crys…