Using a tilt-shift lens and post-processing for the colors, I created this photo of a Paris street that looks like a vein of gold.
Assorted paper white clay sculptures.
After the long, cold, dark winters I find the spring so invigorating. I finally started photographing budding flowers and green city views again.
There are 88 Hitler clones in total, every clone being the source material for the subsequent one.
Stunning boat and dock photography.
Photography from around Detroit.
These photographs are the result of an accident. While cleaning up a barn, I found three broken, and abandoned windows.
This short story is from the perspective of a five-year-old who is confronted with things heard on the news.
Lives collide in the stop and go traffic of everyday life.
A short story about class difference within the confined space of a boarding school.
Georgina looks at my black eye and damaged face with appalled concern but is too polite and professional to ask.
Sometimes the most unexpected sequence of events leads us to our destined path.
Bobbie discloses an agonizing secret to her best friend and discovers that even the people you’re closest to may never really know you.
A ghost story that takes a deep bow to Samuel Beckett.
A fictional short story about the pressures and expectations of gladiators and how their struggle relates to us today.
A law student recovers an expensive oil painting from a shady art dealer for a mobster.
Growing up on the east side, Cleveland, Ohio.
A dead man from Texas has hopes of meeting with the Devil in Hell.
and now that darkness has
swallowed the sun
A deaf woman uses nature for self healing.
Bloodworms, scotch, banana bread, and histories with Khartoum whores I wish were still alive and fat and vivid as anthracite in moonlight.
Through loss one’s character develops through the relentless toil of grief, like a simple grain of sand transforming into a beautiful pearl.
A little story of the mermaid who has lost her tail.
There is a cry floating over the desert about a weak mountain that didn’t grow all the way to the pinnacle
This poem talks about the physical and the mental pain a body goes through with chronic disease.
Make America Great? Never Again!
Mexico, build that wall on your land we stole.
A moment of life in Brooklyn, New York.
Awaiting the birth of my grandson.
A poetic tribute to the memory of a favorite cat.