The Sneaky Ninja Writer

A poem inspired by a childhood memory of a pelican swept inland to my yard after a violent thunderstorm. The Pelican Storm-swept ...

So I'm minding my own business on Facebook (which is already in itself a wild contradiction), and I happen to notice that April is (as m...

We hit the water probably a little after 7:30am on Saturday, the sun slowly rising over the bank of the canal. Just my dad and me in his boa...

I love Saturday mornings. They're the one time of the week that is all mine. I can choose to lie in bed with a book and be lazy, hit the...

5. Penelope : When he's playing chess with her in front of the mirror. I love the symbolism of that moment-- they're figuring each o...