While the lots of First Baptist and Central Methodist are filled tight like parishioners in the pews knees touching knees beneath khaki and hose the atheists are on the move weaving through town as the… Read More »Poem Draft: On Sunday the Atheists Shop
Poem about disconnecting from mobile devices and social media.
Due to a dismal track record in reducing crime, the Tone Police have moved to the Internet. Though their tonal powers are many, they are a distant threat when compared to the Thought Police.
Inspired while out cross-country skiing with my wife on Lost Lake Trail in Northern Michigan.
Gunshots fill the night dogs howl in the distance New Year’s Eve in Arkansas.
First draft of a short story.
I took the leap or the sedentary click and signed up for NaNoWriMo. We’ll see what happens. Check back for more updates.
A dark house car exhaust catching in the breeze no place to call home.