I gain confidence enough to jump genres.Read More
The words I said I can’t tell y’all.Read More
Our tether is tenuous.Read More
She is the one Dale and I proposed to marry.Read More
Beauty does have a place on Betty Jane's (née The King and I) deckhouse floor where my dog likes to be.Read More
The office is scant. Mike is at his desk. Ray is on the phone.Read More
Rafter ClydeRead More
We take a deep breath, as deep as will go.
It is only just now that we can sure know.
We breathe in that smell, the smell of a boat
Of oil and mahogany that we know so by rote.
Dale is in the kitchen, making coffee from the sound of his prattle which always accompanies its brewing. The computer on my desk is making promises in advance that I will, in a few months, deliver River Queens: An American Journey, a finished hard-bound book. I am standing alone at the foot of the bed when I say, "Well, here we go."Read More