Edith

A familiar in disguise? A twin? Zygote-mate unseparated at conception? I prefer to think Edith is anima, the feminine aspect of the soul, or perhaps better yet guardian angel—a figure that recurs in all my writing. [Read more]

Three Tales

I’ve reached an age when anything accomplished invites the pleasingly macabre thought that it might be the last, and it is with something of this feeling I publish my new book. [Read more]

A poem

Once in a summer at haying time, /
My uncle Dave and the neighbour— /
A coarse fellow in bib overalls /
Who shat in the barnyard among his beeves /
Whenever the urge took him— /
Gave me a pitchfork and said to come along. [Read more]