“Yikes!” Yup, that’s the appropriate response. — Some months before my dad’s passing, I described a childhood story to a friend of a nude beach encounter. The friend was surprised as the experience was facilitated by my dad — when I was age 11, just barely in middle school. I lived in Michigan and was visiting him…

Bambini — everyone is doing it — I am relatively new to Medium authoring, especially poetry. But, I have long been enamored by the written word. There’s joy in this new endeavor. I’ve tapped into something previously unknown — or maybe it’s tapped into me. Maybe that’s how things work. Everything is interconnected, more deeply than we…

It’s exactly — and nothing — as you imagine — Yes, I pushed her and shouldn’t have. That was wrong. But I’ve never done it before with her or any other person. She just knows how to push my buttons. She’s not the loving, fun woman I married. She’s serious all the time, and mean sometimes. She talks down to…

A confused, confusable, and confusing dad, husband, and son. A good professional, a better amateur. Writing weird fiction, poems, observations, and reflections. Born an only child; raised with my imaginary siblings by a single, caring, and spoiling mother; supported by odd but loving grandparents; complicatedly loved and abandoned by my…

Poetry —

Next to me, in my darkest hours —

Those little moments of ours. —

Cocooned, for all of winter Protected from the elements Yet unable to bloom and stretch and breathe

War is crime. Putin is crime. Ukraine is… —