Growing Up, Growing Colder
I feel stiff and stuck and frozen. The only movement I have that shows any sign of life is blinking my emotionless eyes as they stare into the distance secretly watching the hell in my mind replay itself over and More...
The Writing Life: Opening Doors
This entry is part 14 in the series The Writing Life2007: I was basically suffering from a severe case of writer’s block. I had no idea what the hell to write. I had no ideas in which to pursue. I was frustrated More...
The Writing Life: Floundering
This entry is part 11 in the series The Writing Life2006 was virtually unproductive. I hardly wrote anything, save for a couple of poems which I really didn’t do much with. I struggled with the new novel, which More...
The Writing Life: Opportunities and New Lessons Learned
This entry is part 12 in the series The Writing Life2005 began normally enough. My friend had finished reading the manuscript and gave me her thoughts on it. For the most part, she liked it, but she did have some More...
The Writing Life: The Last Straw
This entry is part 10 in the series The Writing LifeWith the first draft of the novel now done, I decided to let it sit for a while, then go back to it with a fresh pair of eyes later on and get to work on cutting More...
The Writing Life: A Blessing in Disguise
This entry is part 6 in the series The Writing LifeOne evening, in November 1998, there was a knock on the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone so I dreaded that it was going to be one of those “pop ins”. It was More...
George the Bum
Perception is not always reality. He would walk up the block in his ski cap, red flannel jacket, a day or two’s growth on his face. We would stop whatever we were doing and run for our lives. He scared us. More...
Taco No Bueno
Hell hath no funny like fast food wth a chip on it’s shoulder. Recently, I was yelled at by a taco. It happened on my way home from work. My Metrocard wasn’t working properly and countless swipes More...
