Day 59 – Super Moon

Dear Super Moon, You looked splendid tonight. Your rouge-like aura when you first emerged above the horizon made me wonder if you were a bit angry. Did Mars tell you something that pissed you off? Did he tell you that you are not made of rock, but of cheese? My sweet, you do look beautiful... Continue Reading →

Finding Voice

My path to becoming a writer began on a mild Chicago winter day in January 1988. But I didn't know it. It was the day my uncle Danny died of AIDS related pneumonia.

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