Every step broils ungodly pain in my legs. Up – Up – Up. I’m quite certain death is near. First there are beads of sweat, then trickles...

The mannequins of the Biltmore arrest my thoughts – a haunting appearance of shadows fading darker, existing less. They are ghosts...

If Asheville goes to war, the world will be gasping for and wheezing with the last good breath God deposits into the collective nostrils...

When John Keating lectured his students in the hallway at Welton Academy he had Mr. Pitts read Robert Herrick’s famous poem, “To the...

I am in Charlotte, again. I go inside Rite-Aid and buy another Mead, flip-top notebook exactly like the one I bought last time I was...

Herewith. These birds living near me. The laughing gull, settles on a post, satisfied to perch, looking over an ocean of food. A wary eye...

February 7, 1982, not long after 8PM, my dad told me “It’s time to go up.” I didn’t want to “go up,” that is, go to bed, but when you are...

I am flat on my back – again. Today I’m just taking a picture. Most times, though, it is a position of defeat, of humiliation. On my...

The Red-winged Blackbird skittered just a feather’s tip above the marshy spikes of smooth cordgrass and glasswort. It seemed less a...

A fistfight broke out on an airplane. The President of the United States repeatedly lies. Whether or not the poor deserve medical...