GHOSTS

GHOSTS

Walking through the Marigny at 6:45 a.m. Morning clouds are a thick gray cap on the skull of the day. Streets, empty. Gutter puddles hold tight to Sunday night’s revels: plastic cup shards, scattered like teeth knocked from an angry mouth a strand of abandoned beads,...

RNC Day #2: An Address from Ben Carson

Good evening, Cleveland. I’m… *Looks to teleprompter* Ben Carson. Folks, I am concerned for the future of this great nation under God if Hillary Clinton is crowned President in November. I want to tell you about Hillary’s unholy agenda as put forth in her college...

WONDERLAND

For Gay Pride, 2016 I was fourteen when my dad came out on a cold winter day in January, 1979. My father, mother, older brother, and I gathered in our decidedly 1970s living room with its unfortunate avocado-and-brown plaid couches while my parents announced,...

A MADNESS DIPPED IN GRIEF

  The first time I shot a gun, I was nine years old. We were visiting my grandparents in the mountains of West Virginia, and my grandfather, an avid hunter and outdoorsman, had taken my brother and me out to the backyard with a commanding view of the majestic...