I dream I’m standing in the living room in my Grandpa Charlie’s farm house, the house I’d grown up in.  My Grandpa Charlie sits on an oak chair at the kitchen table carving an apple.  Grandma Kathrine rocks in her favorite chair working white cotton with knitting needles.

I hear a woman singing or talking upstairs.  She’s singing I’m sure of it.  It’s my mother’s voice.  Even though I haven’t seen my mother since I was two, I know it’s my mother’s voice. (more…)

This week I’m writing my guts out on a new piece.  So I thought I’d share and old piece.  This is my story from the Jimi Hendrix anthology Kiss the Sky: Fiction & Poetry Starring Jimi Hendrix.

The whole book is worth the read.

Here’s my story. (more…)