“Whoa mule, whoa mule, we’re dirty but were dreaming. Whoa mule, whoa mule, we’ll both get there someday.” – Chris Robinson
I like to sit and stare at the trees in my backyard while reading, playing guitar, and tinkering with ideas for stories. I’m an engineer by day, writer by night, husband, father of 4, OEF Vet (6 years USAF active duty, CONUS and OCONUS), TN native, current MI resident. Hoping someone in our next election cycle can represent this speech.
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Short Fiction
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- “Castaway” Potato Soup Journal (Best of 2022 Anthology)
- “Thistled Spring” The Fictional Café
- “Generation Gap” Dime Show Review – Ten Word Stories
- “Meaningless” Adelaide Literary Magazine
- “Memories at My Fingertips” Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine
- “Flowers and Fish” Furtive Dalliance
- “Little Green Bag” Corvus Review