I published a maudlin poem about the transformation of the Plant in the Winter 2018-2019 issue of the Blue Collar Review. At the time I...

On a recent trip through Ohio I scored a squirrel that was cleaned and dressed and vacuumed sealed in a freezer by my friend Brandon. We...

I just came home from the Panther’s game. Three boys, some touchdowns, a sack or two, and a day in the car. I don’t follow football. I...

I was the last one on payroll when it was time to tear the biodiesel plant down. Twenty five good people paid and gone dozens of interns...

Steel-toed boots come home early from concrete floors all day Sandals stay late at the beach or in the car or don’t come home at all

Dad was a wrestling fan I wrestled He came to every meet My sons wrestled I went to almost every match As a fan, Dad sat silently in the...

When you work outdoors in a Carolina summer the sweat fills your uniform like a dishrag. The phone in my shirt pocket absorbed my...

Me? I want to be looking out a picture window at the exact same scene. I’m not that picky about it. It can be juncos feeding on the...

Theologians tell me that grief is the basement of the soul. Got it. My basement is full of Styrofoam cups beer bottles and pizza boxes....