Father: a Poem

This poem was originally written for my dad’s birthday in 2012. It was put to video and given to him as a modern “hand-made” gift. It went through a lot of reworking, editing, and polishing. Then the good folks at San Pedro River Review & Blue Horse Press published it in their Spring 2016 issue: The American…

Saturday Song, Zeros, Magnets, and “Home”

I know these two are no longer together, and if you know some of the story behind that, let’s just forget about it for now, shall we? I want to dance to this song at my wedding some day, and the loveliness of this is not diminished by the reality of what happened to the…

Nobody Knows, a Saturday Song

That title is a good argument for the clarity that commas can bring. But that’s a discussion for another day. Today, I just want to pull you away from the news sites and have you cuddle up with me for a bit while we listen to one of my favorite bands. I know how stressful…

First Sunday “All In”

We’re officially all in the new home, well, except for the Bravada, packed to the ceiling with last-minute things. I had to decide what went to the dump (Well that was easy–cracked bed frame, anyone?), what went to the Good Will store, and what childhood memories could and should be salvaged. In short, aside from…