The day before I started my school suspension — more about that later — we learned of my father’s decision to quit his current job. The two had some things…

Things look a hell of a lot like Christmas. The day after Halloween, for Christ’s sake. Mall decorations. The snow-banked gifts. I shop early. I contemplate what I might afford…

November’s the cruelest month for some. A time for reflecting on past mistakes. A time for choosing best whatever comes. A time for regretting squandering ways. Why do we age…

It was humid, but he loved the moist heat, although he often talked about how much he preferred cold weather, would sometimes brag about withstanding nights of extreme cold dressed…

Time was time was less important to me It seemed to stretch out slow and endlessly Affirming my dreams as distantly true A glorious bird soared to deep distance A…

hum some number now for the dying of summer crumbling into fall

I kept slipping off my seat. I ordered another Guinness draft. “You’ve had your limit,” Elvis the bartender replied. “Hey, don’t be cruel, mister bartender.” I pivoted outwards on my…

My father sells insurance and real estate and owns a deep-sea tuna fishing boat. My father strips car engines and puts them back together to kill time. My father beats…