Sometimes You Just Want Time To Stand Still

I’ve been going to the same old fashioned barbershop for ten years. With a firetruck chair for kids in the window and an almost exclusively male clientele, it’s most definitely not a chic salon. They don’t offer manicures, facial exfoliants or a private room in the...

Homesick

As Renee and I walked down the main drag of Playas del Coco the noonday sun was beating down like Vulcan’s hammer and I could feel the UV rays busily mutating my skin’s DNA. Even though the humidity was a sedate forty-eight percent, it was enough to make it feel like...

Staying Chill 

Almost as soon as my wife’s plane lifted off the tarmac for California, my daughter said, “Remember you promised to take me to the escape room.” “My word is my bond,” I replied. I knew once we got into the escape room, however, Natalie would want me to solve all the...

Making Things Worse?

When I got back from Hawaii, I was greeted with a snowy negative eighty degree temperature swing and, to add insult to injury, was forced to dig out my driveway before we could unload our luggage from the car. “Fuck this,” I said, as my thinned blood rebelled in the...

Pluck Out Your Eyes 

Today, my family attended a memorial mass to commemorate the first anniversary of my father’s death. Since I didn’t burst into flames the moment I walked into the church, I took that as a good sign. Taking a pew next to my mother, I took a deep breath and prepared to...

Aloha

When I was in seminary, one of my professors told me, “Before God, there was a sense of the sacred.” Long before people started theologizing, they looked at the rising sun, thunderstorms, mighty oceans, and the stars with awe and wonder. Peering into Kilauea’s vast...

So This Is Christmas 

My daughter plays the flute in her fifth grade band and, this morning, they put on a holiday concert. Arriving early, I snagged a couple of seats near the front for snapping pictures and waited for my wife to join me.  “How are you, Steve?” one of the mom’s...

Out of Control 

Malignancies, car crashes  Power’s decisions rash  Politics, war, ideological clash Terror marring summer skies Buildings imploding, cutting short lives Death, loss, insanity, sundering ties Young men angered over trifles Seeking fame with rifles ...

Autumn Morning Jog 

On morning kissed streets Mercuries fleet streak past As mothers perambulating, solidarity meet Whilst old men for whom the die’s cast Each other knowingly greet. The shopkeeper with wares Opening for the day  As youth, hale and fair Blazing bright, much to say...

Satanic Mills 

Huddled masses, yearning to be free Enslaved to needs of you and me Grow our crops, tend our fields Beneath hard men who refuse to yield. Packing impulsive desires  Things they can’t afford to acquire  Into mails, swift to ship  As technocrats...