On the Road Again, Part 3

The Bed, the Raccoon, and the Draft “…It will run like a striped ape.” It was a vision of madness and security. Cradled safely in the arms of a…


On the Road Again, Part 2

Desert Death It was like a giant celestial radio tuned between stations. An incredible buzz, a drone that ebbed and flowed but never disappeared. A…


On the Road Again, Part 1

A Fine Morning It was cold and damp on the beach. You could hear the surf crashing at some distance, vaguely over there, behind a thick veil of grey.…


The Letterbox, Part 2

The early morning horizon anticipated the sun, pre-lighting the mountains and the evergreens, creating a glow on the ocean. Birds were awake, singing…


The Letterbox, Part 1

In many ways, the town was like dozens of other coastal communities, a bit off the main highway, situated on the bluffs above the beach, the…


“Blind Vines,” “When I Think of You,” “The Groundling,” and Other Poems

Blind Vines We are blind vines,             Spiraling, grasping,…


Avoiding Heaven

He stared at the back of her head, fearing to look left or right, but also living with the realization that this was the only contact that was…


The Pruners

I am writing this with the full knowledge that I may not live long enough to complete it. I have come under the suspicion of the Pruners. There is a…


Knock! Knock!

I’ve been listening to a persistent knock for the last ten minutes. I check my Arlo camera alert and, sure enough, there is a man dressed in a black…