They Call Me the Easter Rabbit…

With Easter only a few days away, and the annual egg hunt/massive sugar high drawing nearer, it seems appropriate to share this rare interview with you. I’ve kept this transcript quiet because the subject of the interview doesn’t really like publicity. But, after speaking with his agent, I’ve secured permission to reproduce the interview transcript… Continue reading They Call Me the Easter Rabbit…

Only Light

A poem. Only Light It’s four o’clock in the morning, and the demon eyes peer across my dresser, glowing red. Somewhere across the oceans of hereafter, David whispers low and strong: “My days are consumed as smoke.” As are mine. Smoke, twisting, spinning slowly against the brilliant blue sky. The smell of burning leaves, of… Continue reading Only Light