The Pact

I believe that birds make pacts with our dogs when they build their nests in our yard. The dogs keep...

Yeah, That’s My Kid

My children constantly surprise me. Last month when we were visiting Walt Disney World we splurged and let them play...

weapon of choice

to what end, all this rushing around and dominating the competition? gold? this is man’s destiny? to hoard gold and...

How to Make a Great Ad

When I broke into advertising, I was all about the high concept stuff that left an impact on people. Creating...

Would You Be Upset In Belize?

Life is hard enough without having to deal with bad drivers who don’t use their turn signals. And it’s more...

The Window

The window is constantly shutting. It does not care about your five year plan. Opportunities to live appear in every...

Ants

  What if we are all really just ants? Slaves to the machine. Blinded by conformity of the way things...

Dustin Pedroia is the Reason I Love Baseball

Make no mistake, I’m no fan of the Boston Red Sox. I used to like them back in the day...

They Only Jog in Rich Neighborhoods

Angels constantly swirl around me. Some are beautiful. Some are violent. Some have bad teeth. They protect me from those...

A Letter to America

  Dear All Dogmatic American Party Liners, We Unaffiliated American voters are pissed off at what you’ve done to our...

A Little Advice

I don't like giving advice. In fact, I hate it. It's not that I don't like helping people, there are...

Finding Neverland: A Story of Belize

This year my family took its summer vacation to the Central American nation of Belize.

3 Ways to Save Humans in America

You are what you eat. It’s an idiom kids in the 70s grew up with that made us think about...

Bump

I used to know a guy named Bump. He was a metal worker in my dad’s sheet metal shop. Bump...

Dear Parents, Do Better

In 2001 I became a parent. I chose to become a parent. But like everyone else who is a parent...

it’s the wrong world for people who feel those who’ve graduated dogma’s ire suffocating under a blanket of sorrow while the world outside is on fire *** This is the thirteenth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break…

well aren’t you a pretty little child said the devil to the boy let’s take a walk and play some games and I know just the toy   I have one that flies and floats but I keep it in…

Considering how much time I’ve spent in the company of females I look forward to the day when I’m considered a subject matter expert and asked by men, what’s the secret? – Because there is no secret. You just step…

You’re born you’re raised and you begin to fry   the layers of innocence and freedom singed straight through   a city of skeletons driving kids to soccer practice in the safest Volvo money can buy   but their skin…

Falling in love is having a secret that only the two of you share An inside joke A smile across a crowded room Holding hands on a Ferris wheel Laughing about the whole affair *** This is the ninth poem…

When I was a child I didn’t share the same dream of being a cowboy that my friends did.   Which makes it surprising that lately, I wake up each morning and don chaps before coffee.   The teenage heart…