I come to you…

You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or even despair – the sense that you can never completely put in the page what is in your mind and heart. You can come to the act with your fists clenched and your eyes narrowed, ready to kick ass and take down names. … More I come to you…

Surviving the end

  Be it by solar flares, a nuclear holocaust, the ‘big one’ (storm, earthquake… what have you), or an incurable plague that we never saw coming, the end of the world as we know it is a point of interest in our culture. I cannot say that I share this morbid fascination although I do … More Surviving the end

The pregnancy scare

There is no horror as exquisite or awkward as the shared knowledge that a condom broke after the fact. It comes in many colors, the boneheaded recklessness that is a failed ‘pulling out’, the unsettling aftermath of drunken boning where no one quite remembers, and the faltering of an insane but persistent safe days old … More The pregnancy scare

The wrong stuff

How are things done? How are cities built and enemies destroyed? How are odds met and matched? How does greatness out? One decision at a time. No. The same decision over and over again. I shall rise and I shall try. If I fail, I shall rise again and I shall do again. In the … More The wrong stuff

Sins we left behind

Home smells of in-season flowers, stinks of guilt and unspoken condemnation. The sea parts, but she is no Moses. Mother finds a boy in the corner. Will she remember me? No. Even after all we had? Especially after all you had, and all you lost.