Strange Bedfellow

There is a profound sadness that lingers deep inside of me. It has always been there, I think. Its potency… Read more Strange Bedfellow

The Pit

With the first day of summer ever looming overhead, what should be a jubilant anticipation is instead replaced by a… Read more The Pit

I was seventeen when I first watched a man die. I did not know that he was dying at the… Read more About, Bob

For those whom know me or feel as though they do through the written wounds within this blog, you will… Read more Number Three…

Last Sunday, I decided to put the bottle down. I have been sober ever since. It’s only been a number… Read more Dark

“Matty? Matty, what is it? Oh my God, what’s wrong?” … Her mollifying voice glanced off my shoulders from… Read more Heavy and Weightless

I stood quietly outside before knocking on the door. It was cold and dark. Winter was in full swing and… Read more The Pumpkin Man