Looking to come home from a trip and tell a great story to wow your friends with a tale of some criminal separating your property from you? Well, you’re reading the right words. This step-by-step guide is your one stop for knowledge about what to do to make the crooks take notice of you enough…
In 2013, I traveled to a dozen countries on three continents. On every corner of globe I found myself I asked people, “What makes you human?” The answers were varied, but what was most interesting was to find that some people, separated by the miles of distances and the walls of separate cultures, essentially had…
People do different things for different reasons, and in different ways. That’s why you can’t put homeschoolers into one defined category. From the misguided homeschooling parents who fed one their son only lettuce and watermelon because they thought he was the reincarnation of Christ—I am not making that up—to the ones who do it because…
First, what aren’t they? They aren’t something that is very nice for pigs, who forfeit their lives so that you can chow down of their succulent fried deliciousness (vegans, just stop reading right now, it gets worse) that becomes their skin when cut into little bits and thrown into hot oil, and is fried and…
Like plenty people who hold state speech championships, love the smell of old books, have read the works of Hemingway, and find reading and writing poetry by candle light with Iron and Wine blazing in the background a fabulous way to spend a Friday night; I have never been gung-ho about the NFL. Actually, I…
Title poem off acclaimed collection, How We Are Human. How We Are Human How we dig desperately at the coarse crust, Seeking, searching for the soft cream beneath Only to discover we were crust people after-all, Needing the crispness of a crunch to give us the Dream of cream that keeps us clawing, reaching, Gargling…
We are goats of le mountain and we watch from these heights domesticated goats in le distance and wonder at what sins their Ramcestors must have committed for le condemnation of roaming the sumps below, away from le clouds, away from le warmth of mountain stars—what temptations yesteryear’s ewes relented to for this race to…
A music festival is only as good as its beards. Iceland Airwaves, the hip music festival on the magical island of elves who ride magical puffins, proved its prowess on the music scene by offering an a assorted abundance of multitudinous facial hair styles. Even Jesus showed up. Below is a mere sampling of the…
A year ago today, my brother Calvin and I went to meet my brother Tyler at Nairobi’s airport. After a week staying just outside of Nairobi, we went to Kisii, Kenya, the village where both of my Kenyan brothers are from. Simon and Samuel were two AIDS orphans living in that village. They could point…
Photos taken from Masai Mara Game Reserve in Kenya. All the animals signed release form (except for the Hyena who refused and for that reason does not appear in this photo gallery). Previous Page 1 of 4 Next
