Between the lockdown due to Covid-19 and the curfews due to the riots resulting from the killing of unarmed people of color by the police, I'd say the people in my immediate world -- the U.S. of A. are definitely navigating some seriously rough terrain. This is not to...

A gentleman sat at a table and wrote a letter.

The table was round, wooden, small, a little piece of black paint chipped off its right side edge...

The man sipped his coffee; read his letter.

After he was finished, he got up, pocketed his pen, and walk away.

He left the le...

When we hold questions in our minds that never make it out of our mouths, what becomes of us? When we think thoughts we share freely in spaces not so free, what becomes of us? When we take actions not congruent with our beliefs simply because we were not thinking or we...

Whoa! Mississippi.

Goddam, I came to you full and left you hungry!

Not in a bad way, honie. Not in a bad way.

Thanks for the love, the history lessons, all the feelings... So many feelings. 

You scared me, you loved me, you shocked me, you opened me up, you broke my heart,...

One in particular left a mark.

I just got back from a trip to Phoenix for a screening of my short film, Utopia, at the 2019 Phoenix Film Festival. What an amazing festival this is! Great films, sold out shows, great people, panels, and warmth everywhere... I was and fel...

This time of year, this specific day out of a whole year, out the 365 days that make a year what it is tends to bring with it a shit ton of emotions for me. I imagine it does the same for a number of you too.

Why is that?

We think about our days, everyday I imagine; so w...

Based on a prompt: Two Best Friends are Baristas :)

It was a morning like any other: a long line of morning commuter rail commuters--heads tilted back, eyes on the overhead board, read the list of today's coffee house specials. Coffeehouse music blares out of overhead s...

It’s a Sunday morning, the clouds are out in all their glory; my kind of Sunday morning good weather. Rosy is at her table. The one she sits at every morning, rain or shine. The one with the yellow cabana and the small pots of hydrangeas and lilies and things… She’s ou...

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from my thoughts on paper this morning...

When pearl shaped waterfalls from a pair of oval expanse swim down shimmering brown mounds and soak the dark red earth where seeds once planted in arid grounds sprout John Bramblitt giants with dark gree...

 from my thoughts on paper this morning.......

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