Since reading Tolkien in Middle
school, I have been fascinated with creating, reading, and hearing art through story’s and music. I am a perpetual student of writing and life.
Taboo! My Mom's Secret Library
Dear Mom, You encouraged me to read from a young age. In the second grade, my teacher sent you a note that I had refused to read an assigned book, The Raven, for class. You sat with me and helped me complete the assignment and I learned to love to read. From that time forward we shared great books and discussed each often. Amidst the standard competition of three brothers reading became our thing.
- Runner-Up in Ship of Dreams Challenge
The Golden Wheat Fields
1941 Lviv, Ukraine The golden wheat rhythmically danced in the gentle breeze under the azure skies to the limit of Petro's vision. The whispers of wind shushed off the gleaming ocean of grain, accompanied by the musical coos of the mourning doves lit on the trees nearby as they awaited the coming harvest.
Coach John McKissick: Legacy for All
Dear Coach, The hot and humid August morning found me pulling the black cap over the green football helmet that designated me as a third-string player. You blew the whistle that started the grind of practice to begin my first high school football season.
From Red Dirt to Topgun
Barefoot The sun rose over the farm field and promised another day of scorched earth as little Harold slipped out of bed to not wake his younger sister across the compact farmhouse loft. He pulled on his worn denim overalls and slid down the ladder into the semi-dark kitchen, and viewed the silhouette of his mom's back as she rolled out the biscuits for breakfast. The patched wood framed screened door squealed like a wild bird as he pushed it open, and his mom glanced over her shoulder to him.
30 Yards (1965) Selma Ala 1965 The hatred outside my world first touched me at the age of eight on a cold March Sunday afternoon. While playing, a ruckus came from Alabama’s Highway 80, the road from Selma to Montgomery. I crossed the street, trespassed the base commander's yard to the perimeter fence that separated me from the world. At eight years old and the third of four boys, I had free rein within the base neighborhood. My fighter pilot dad, the Chief Test Flight Officer, had brought us to Craig Air Force base in Selma, Alabama. The students and instructors broke the jets, maintenance fixed them, and my dad performed the in-flight tests before returning to flight operations. The din from the highway grew louder.
Return of the Lady of the Lake
Faithless - Insomnia *** The cool wind off Lake Michigan blended with the festive fall shoppers' perfumes, colognes, and street foods along the waterfront pier. I stumbled from shop to shop in search of the place written on the slip of paper in my hand, like a drunk trying to find his home. I reread the scrawled name, Potai's, ‘potions’ in Gaelic. Two blocks later, I discovered its weathered sign hung at eye level, descended the steps, and entered the basement shop.