A Social Distortion-Inspired Song Story — “Looks like I’ve got bad luck again…” “It ain’t luck, Johnny. It’s the law. But hey, you’re still alive. Prison bound, but alive.” I might’ve been alive, but I was in another state of mind. It was my hour of darkness, and it was all thanks to a backstreet girl. …

Ode to a girl’s best friend — “Easy does it, Old Girl,” I say as I watch you struggle up the incline. Our meandering walks beside the lake are bittersweet these days. My heart feels lighter as we take in the salt air and take a turn along the lake’s edge. …

Can’t wait to do all the things that contribute nothing to the end goal — I’ve been absent from Medium and writing in general for the last month or so. I’ve been busy selling our home, buying a new one and generally freaking out about this enormous life change. But, after jumping through all the hoops buying and selling houses requires, it’s locked in, and…

The Poet & The Dreamer — This is part three of a three-part short story. For part one click here. For part two click here. As Mae admired the movement of her own hand placing her signature on her divorce papers, she let out a sigh of relief. It was done. Quick and painless— Larry had…

The Poet with The Punk Rock Soul — This is part two of a three-part short story, for part one, click here. For part three click here. “Hmm. And how have your tomorrow’s been?” Johhny knew he’d crossed a line when Mae’s expression hardened and she took three determined steps toward him. Face to face now, the steam…

A reminder to myself, and anyone else who needs it — I quit my job on the weekend. It was the closest I’ve ever come to ‘rage quitting’ in my life—It wasn’t entirely impulsive. I had been planning on leaving soon because my family is relocating to the coast, but another incident in a long list of things that had made…

The Dreamer — This is part one of a three-part story, click for parts two and three. “You ok?” Mae’s head snapped to the right where a pretty blonde with a concerned expression was studying her. …

Oh, right, it’s a new year. — It’s 5:30 am on the 1st of January, and so far, I’ve had three sips of an already lukewarm coffee, written the title to this article before jumping on LinkedIn and writing an application for a job I saved last night, starting a second one, aborting mission and circling back…

Was it the way you forced me to passively smoke your cigarette indoors or the lingering scent of BO that’s kept you at the forefront of my mind? — I’ve read stories about star-crossed lovers, but never in my wildest dreams did I think it would happen to me. There I was, minding my own business in the very back row of a concert of a band now so old the only attendees under 30 were the kids of…