Sleeping, drowning, dreaming His side of the bed is rough waters Sheets like currents. Tangled and strong.   Orange, blue, red and white flashes paint the walls A twilight rai[...]

The sky is bleached gray this evening. Her dismal skin seems aged and tired and too weak to produce a vibrant color. She paints a shadow along the floor below. The grass draped wit[...]

The following is the second part of an adaptation of Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree. For Part I, click here. The sun is lifted high above the Earth today. Her white-hot b[...]

The sun floats like a clementine in the purple sky. She stretches her golden hair through brown and gray tree branches as the autumn breeze flicks drying leaves from their fingerti[...]

Each year, I try to gaze into the future to see what it will hold. Of course, all I see is blackness because I’ve shaken this Magic 8 Ball so much the little prism inside has compl[...]

I grew up under the impression that Santa was from the North Pole, not the Accounting Office of a shipping supplies company. I also thought Santa smelled like candy canes, not Aber[...]

I live for movie moments. I love the long pauses, the epic sprint to the dream girl, the redeeming monologue that shifts the entire story, and the protagonist holding a boom box ov[...]

It was shortly after Labor Day Weekend and I was sitting in a circle with my best buddies trash-talking each other’s favorite football prospects for the year. Discussing running ba[...]

Thanksgiving is the time of year to reflect on and admire the good of your environment. A time to hold your loved ones and tell them how much they are truly appreciated. But aside [...]

Tomorrow marks the beginning of the worst week of my life. Tomorrow is my big brother’s birthday. He passed away November 19th, 2008, and every year the seven days between his birt[...]