There were several strikes against this poetry event having any audience at all.  The first was it being scheduled on a Saturday...

Since these readings never start on time, I killed time in a new bookstore across the street, empty of any life, including the behind the...

The only house I’d ever known, The only place I’d felt safe and loved. But at the time there had been a series of deaths– not in the...

The only house I’d ever known, The only place I’d felt safe and loved. But at the time there had been a series of deaths– not in the...

The only house I’d ever known, The only place I’d felt safe and loved. But at the time there had been a series of deaths– not in the...

In the mid 90’s, after my mother died, my house was haunted. The only house I’d ever known, The only place I’d felt safe and loved. But...

The only house I’d ever known, The only place I’d felt safe and loved. But at the time there had been a series of deaths– not in the...

The only house I’d ever known, The only place I’d felt safe and loved. But at the time there had been a series of deaths– not in the...

The only house I’d ever known, The only place I’d felt safe and loved. But at the time there had been a series of deaths– not in the...

In the last poem I wrote about my mother, in which I tell a story about one of my last hospital visits with her, there briefly appears a...

In the last poem I wrote about my mother, in which I tell a story about one of my last hospital visits with her, there briefly appears a...

In the last poem I wrote about my mother, in which I tell a story about one of my last hospital visits with her, there briefly appears a...

In the last poem I wrote about my mother, in which I tell a story about one of my last hospital visits with her, there briefly appears a...

In the last poem I wrote about my mother, in which I tell a story about one of my last hospital visits with her, there briefly appears a...

In the last poem I wrote about my mother, in which I tell a story about one of my last hospital visits with her, there briefly appears a...

In the last poem I wrote about my mother, in which I tell a story about one of my last hospital visits with her, there briefly appears a...

Mid Morning, every workday for more than a month, I’ve ventured a few blocks over to St Mary’s Cathedral to pray.  Initially, I began...

Mid Morning, every workday for more than a month, I’ve ventured a few blocks over to St Mary’s Cathedral to pray.  Initially, I began...

Mid Morning, every workday for more than a month, I’ve ventured a few blocks over to St Mary’s Cathedral to pray.  Initially, I began...

Mid Morning, every workday for more than a month, I’ve ventured a few blocks over to St Mary’s Cathedral to pray.  Initially, I began...