Hal, no
It has to be the same every year. The same dried food. The same backpacks and tent and groundcloth and water filter. Of course, the same canoe an...
Into the Sea of Molten Light
Black obsidian glass venturing
Far, far into the navels of the green sea
Of molten light, whose aperture
Can only be gleaned by...
Dear Mother Nature
Dear Mother Nature;
My loyal friend, my sister,
My mother, my creator.
Why would I ever need to step foot
Inside a church?
It is cold...
Day of Days
He slaps cold water onto his face—
eyes break up with sleep,
the taste of iron assaults his tongue.
The sun is weak. Sky gray. No help there.
T...
Author's note
"The Fortunate Son" series is a compilation of memories and recollections of my parents’ lives prior to my birth and after their adoption o...
Children are Dying
I see the news and I cry
That sweet little girl died
Twenty-two so far
And terrible injuries
Afraid, terrorized
Running for their liv...
I close my eyes and take a deep breath in. The smell of the fresh, thick parchment and the texture of the leather binding in my hand carry me away from my well-...
Author's note
"The Fortunate Son" series is a compilation of memories and recollections of my parents’ lives prior to my birth and after their adoption o...
Evening falls on the glow of late afternoon. The wind outside the nursing home winnows through the trees, reflecting the current of memory, sifting remembrance ...
