God, don’t let me be an old fool, I prayed.
Gamblers and lovers pay big dues and enjoy limited consolations. But sometimes they are enough.
Death was a rodent that ate its way inch by inch through your entrails, chewed at your liver and stomach, severed tendon from organ, until finally, when you were along in the dark, it sat gorged and s...
Be your own man, even if you don’t add up to much.
As a police officer it has been my experience that pedophiles are able to operate and stay functional over long periods of time and victimize scores, even hundreds, of children, because no one wants t...
The only argument you ever win is the one you don’t have.
That indeed there is no greater theft than that of time.
About voices that can cry out for help in our sleep.
When people make a contract with the devil and give him an air-conditioned office to work in, he doesn't go back home easily.
We’re going to call him Mr. Adorable. No, we’re going to call him Snuggs,
Wars of enormous importance are fought in places nobody cares about.
Two kinds of cops eat their gun: the corrupt ones and the ones who let the dead lay claim upon the quick.
There are not many places left in the United States where people can get off the computer, stop filing tax returns, and in effect become invisible. The rain forests in the Cascades and parts of West M...
There are certain kinds of currency you acquire in life. Most of it is ephemeral. But friendship and faith in the unseen world and the commitment to be true unto thine own self are the human glue that...
The woman considered the wisest person in old New Orleans was a witch by the name of Marie LeVeau.
She was one of those women who seemed to choose solitude and plainness over beauty, and anger over happiness.
I’m not telling the troot, no?
It has been my experience that most human stories are circular rather than linear. Regardless of the path we choose, we somehow end up where we commenced - in part, I suspect, because the child who li...
I still wanted to believe George Orwell’s admonition that people are always better than we think they are.
I read a poem once that had a line in it about a white radiance that stains eternity.