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...

A sliver of a Michigan moon hooked low in a Tuesday night sky.  It anchored the darkness over the backdrop of less flown over fields...

Out walking whiskey drunk through the hood on a stale Indiana night.  On the hunt for a tobacco strong enough to see me through until...

Hell's Kitchen lost its very best broken angel today.    Outside the window of a little blue Midwestern house, a gentle summer rain pattered.  It...

It's okay.  Go on.  Cry as hard as you can.  No one will see.  Drink a cold beer in a hot shower.  Make a silly...

It always comes back to roads.  In almost five decades of summers, I've run down a lot of roads.  Sprawling interstates.  Back country lanes scratched...

I sent her letters.   Maybe I sent too many; maybe I didn't send enough. I have never been a reliable judge of the post.  In...