Volume One Cover

This photo is from a series taken by Bill VanBlarcom (1923-2002) in the early 1960s when he was visiting my grandfather in the VA hospital. Many of the residents there at the time had served in WWI and were going…

Hope; Faith.

On February 2nd, I stood on the front porch of my childhood home when my dad said that we had received the worst news possible. I laughed. Being told that the surgeon who opened up my 56-year-old mother had deemed…

Missing

five then four an arm waves its goodbye could have been on the walk or on the train falling not graceful like a leaf quickly dropping all over in a matter of seconds an arm hangs limp exposed useless as…

Acceptance

When I was in middle school, I would daydream in class. My notebooks were filled with games of MASH and future children’s names—children I’d obviously have with Joseph Gordon-Levitt or my best friend, Ryan. I’d have these children after college,…

Acceptance

Once, before I knew you (which seems impossible now), I dealt with the sting of unrequited affection by buying a dozen dollar store wine glasses with my roommate for the express purpose of smashing my share on the brick walkway…