In a Forest Dark and Gloomy
I sit and look out my back window into the yard behind my house. It
I sit and look out my back window into the yard behind my house. It
It is a question we’ve all been asked at least once at some point in
I am driving home from work in the rain. The traffic is heavy and I
Jack began to think the wound was superficial because there was no pain. Sure, there
And so it goes. 2020 continues its endless slog into the dark night of the
On my 16th birthday my brother gave me a copy of Jack Kerouac’s On the
I seem to be moving from erratic to consistent in so many ways—how and
Back when I was in High school I took an art history class where
I remember the night my father left. I was six. My mother told me the
2011 | Pastel - Chalk - Acrylic | on paper originally published November 1, 2011