I've never been much of a poet, so I spend the vast majority of my time reading fiction. Don’t get me wrong. I love poetry. When done well, it provides us with an other-worldly form of communication. It channels human complexity through the lens of simplicity. But, for me, there’s just a level of comfort … Continue reading REVIEW: Maura Way’s Another Bungalow (Press 53)
Now showing @ Change Seven Magazine: "The Tragedy of Being Born Right-Handed"
I'm a little late getting this out there, but my essay "The Paperboy Incident" appeared in the summer issue of Lowestoft Chronicle. It features one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, so I suggest you sit back and have a laugh on me. Read it here: LOWESTOFT CHRONICLE (summer issue) - THE PAPERBOY … Continue reading The Paperboy Incident
My obsession can be traced to a single day, when I learned that football had more to offer me than I ever imagined. It all started with a game of horse.
At that point the family had rattled off a Joe DiMaggio-like streak of male children. Baseball cards and skinned knees and fist fights were regular, and somewhat welcomed, entities in our households. But you could tell a change was in the wind.
We spent much of the day casting out spinner baits and then reeling in huge clumps of green algae. We’d peel it off after a few minutes work, toss it on the bank, and then cast out for another try. By the time the sun was at it highest and hottest point, we were getting … Continue reading The Little Zoologist
She reached in the trunk and pulled out the customary brown shopping bag she always brought. In it, no doubt, were a few bottles of ginger ale, a couple trays of pecan swirls, and a half gallon of skim milk.
It’s like, one day she found herself alone in a room full of noisy Sicilians. And she boldly dared to tame them with their most sacred entity: food.
My first column is up at Change Seven Magazine. Have a look.
It’s rather amusing to think she had a girlhood crush on a guy who basically looks like a caricature of himself.