Half seven on a Mitten Thursday and accidentally whiskey tickled. Not what I expected from the day. But days are seldom what I expect anymore....

She was a beautiful mess in a pretty sundress. Bright floral print and provocatively translucent. Short enough to tease urges from lingering winter hibernation. And...

I fought my way through hell. But, I was lucky enough to have kissed an angel. I felt the scaring prick of abuse. But, then...

More miles than meaning.  And, that must mean something.   Even if it's just words quivering over asphalt.  Chasing empty roads.  Or another fragile dream...

Gather 'round, my darling misfits of memory.   Let us drink like we are old–and wise. Let us feel like we are still young–and pliable. The...

Broken trees bend in a familiar meadow. A cloudlessly blue Mitten sky hangs bright. Covering unsteady ground. But not taking any notes.   Because nature...

A curious brutality is born whenever hearts combine.    It is often accidental. Seldom intentional. And if it is, that's a type of abuse better...

Michigan hardens tonight, leaving me to starve under a harvest moon.    The corn is ripe and ready for the reaping.  Bounty fills these flyover...