The Art of Kissing

He had a Levi’s denim jacket he wore over a plain, white tee-shirt when he rode his dirt bike in the woods behind his house. Back then the woods went on forever, emerald green and pine scented, thick layers of spongy needles under your soles muffling sounds of mischief. He may have ridden his Yamaha on…

And Then This Happened…..

It has been a pretty incredible summer for me for a lot of reasons, the latest being that on Wednesday, Paste Magazine announced me as the winner of their That Summer writing contest. The contest was held in conjunction with Biographile’s That Summer series which featured short, non-fiction stories by authors such as Margaret Atwood, Jo-Jo…

Lost in a Good Book

I’m in a book rut, stuck in book blah-dom. Prose purgatory if you will.  This is unusual for me. With the exception of hard-core sic-fi/fantasy, I usually can and will read anything you throw at me.  Reading is my sole remaining vice, my escape, my can’t live without.  While I am partial to fiction, I read…