Looking out into the back yard, he watched the dogs run back and forth; the younger of the three barking wildly at the dogs on the other side of fence. Tom took a sip of his now luke-warm coffee. Shaking his head, “Damn – waited to long. Now I gotta go nuke it again.” A…

The sound told him more than he wanted to know. Kitten was feeding them once more, but he had to ask: “Are you taking pity on those damned strays again?” His voice was ripe with frustration, so Kitten ignored his query. Instead she reached into their kitchen’s junk drawer and picking out two batteries, she…

At first I thought I was hearing things; a flute in a copse of trees. Then I thought I was seeing things; a woman wrapped in furs playing that flute. Behind her — wild animal’s – each under her flouting influence. It took everything in me not to fall in line and follow. Then I…

Sometimes I feel like the third monkey on the ramp to Noah’s ark — and it’s raining.

As a writer and all that entails, never limit what you write about.

waxing words poetic brushing colored water floundering in the middle

Time is the greatest antagonist of any life.

A wedding ring is like a tiny handcuff — so chose your cellmate wisely.

If ‘Target’ didn’t want anyone to test out the ‘Nerf’ guns before buying them, they shouldn’t have so many logos in their store.