His evening routineHis evening routineSay it again and I think I’ll screamWalk in the door kiss the wifeRemind the kids they have a good lifeNo complaints get homework doneSit on the couch no potato is heMore like a bun comfy and free

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Thank you for all you have done. If there was an award for the best father ever Then I’m sure you would have won.   You’ve always encouraged me with my writing, And took an interest in the crazy stories I created, In fact, I would have never shared my writing ...

Trigger Warning: The following deals with death and suicide. The snow powdered the ground as Elaine unlocked the front door and pushed it open. The creak of the hinges echoed in the empty home. She closed the white steel door and latched it. When she spun around, the thudding of rocks hitting the door and the ...

You can find the previous issues on my author page. It was late when we had tumbled into the portal in Venice, and the three of us crashed without ceremony on the couch when we finally made it to my condo. I awoke sometime near the witching hour to finally drag myself into bed. Nothing ...

The previous issues can be found at my author page here. The force that caused the windows to shatter hit us like a brick wall. I got slammed off the couch and went straight into the coffee table. My head ached from the impact. Pulling my arms down from protecting my face, I saw blood ...

I wrote a tribute poem to my late father, Ramon Olivares, in honor of Father’s Day.  He passed away in 2005 from cancer. It has been 14 years since he left this earth and Father’s Day is always rough for me and my family.   Papa   How I miss you.   Papa   How ...

I want to thank you for everything. I should say thank you, shouldn’t I? Without you, I would never have learned how to overlook so much. You taught me a lot. Don’t rely on others – they won’t be there in the end. Only let people close enough to feel like they know me, but don’t ...

The wet tile floor firm against my cheek. If I could have drowned in my tears… I would have removed my life vest without hesitation.   I shielded the truth by turning on the fan and shower water, by locking the bathroom doors, and by keeping this tale an undisturbed secret— until today.   I ...

In Honor of Chuck Ballard 1972-2016 April 6, 2016. Saint Francis Hospital. Day 3: My daddy’s fight against colorectal cancer came to an end that night, in a white hospital room surrounded by the people who loved him most. We’d known that it was coming for three days and we still weren’t ready. I’d been sitting beside his ...