Ghost signs, finite energy, and the weight of souls “Fuck you,” the voice cries out from below in the darkness. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” It is quiet for a bit, then the sobbing that ends in a wail rises up, before falling into the now familiar refrain, “Fuck you,…
What To Do With What’s Left
A meditation on life and death, and the meaning of it all Jane’s best friend lost her husband. This was just the other day, the day before yesterday, in fact. Jane is my wife. One minute, the husband was fine, or so everyone thought, and the next, he was gone. Collapsed…
Finding The Idea In Your Story
The purpose of writing is to present new ideas that have the power to change minds.
Under The Rocks Are The Words
When first we begin to tell stories, we explain everything in a very straightforward manner. The subject did this and said that and everyone cheered.
All The Words Are Not Gold
Why keeping a diary will release you from the anxiety of the blank page.
That’s Not A Story
How to turn your anecdote into a proper story.
A Man Is No One
My journey as a storyteller—from someone, to everyone, to no one
Boys Don’t Cry, Men Don’t Bond
The introverted soul and why so many men in our society find themselves alone later in life.
A Difficult Man
The difference between discerning and difficult and the sudden realization that I’ve never been low-maintenance I have never thought of myself as a difficult man. I supposed that’s to be expected, given that even evil men are the heroes of their own epic tales, no matter how sinister they appear…
Bear With Me, I Want To Tell You Something
A poem, a plunger, and my epic struggle to reconnect with our youngest child after the ravages of addiction.