Red Room Where the Writers Are

I'll be ten next week. Happy Birthday?

We are living a world full of violence, and the question that could arise to our heads is:
Why are we living in conflict?

If you want to answer this,

Those of you who've read Before the Storm know that one of the main charac

This was the poem that I wrote for my Grandmother, Foy Bragg, before she passed away from lung cancer in 2006.  Basically, this poem became her eulogy at her funeral--easily one of my best pieces.

Wow, dug this one out of a box--what a difference "NOT DRINKING SO MUCH" makes.

Oh, like you don't find sad clowns interesting--shut up.

Enjoy!

Bartending last week. I delivered a Long Island Ice Tea to a blackjack age woman of considerable beauty and excellent teeth.