Photo by Craig Haller
I recently had the good fortune of visiting Bar Harbor, ME. It was a crisp autumn day, full of fog and oceanic fury. This poem bubbled to the surface and encapsulates a fraction of what I felt that day.
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Photo by Craig Haller
I never once considered naming my Martin D-15. No name could justifiably define it. I simply and endearingly refer to it as "my Martin" or “the D-15.” It needs no name to lend it credibility or validate my authority.
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This postmodern short story about a man losing his mind on Christmas Eve will tantalize and delight those who like whimsy, absurdity, and sexy time.
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This poem pays homage to the great Vincent Van Gogh. I wrote it in a flash of inspiration while reading the beautifully written biography by Gregory White Smith and Steven Naifeh.
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Photo by Craig Haller
People of the 21st century are experiencing a new type of heavy bombardment. It’s not a pummeling of miscellaneous space stuff but of information.
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Certain songs conjure deep memories. I was a teenager the first time I heard “Crazy Train.” It was in the mid-90s, so the song wasn’t new to the world, just to me. One of the many beautiful things about music is that it finds us when we’re ready.
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This poem casts emotional strife in conjunction with The Jellyfish. Weightless, effervescent, and able to burn those who dare encounter it.
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