My hometown was a small city in the north and it always felt like mid-October. A place that always was always in-between, like summer just passed and winter not quite yet come. Like twilight. A warm … [Read more...] about Hometown

Wiping his greasy hand across his craggy and pockmarked face; rubbing two fingers hard and deep in his eye sockets until tears appear. “I spose, I shouldn’t a killed her, that girl. The junkie hooker. … [Read more...] about From The Berry Pickers

Shavers, Spinks, Holmes, and Berbick... The last fights were as important, as defining, as the early fights. As important as Rome in 1960, as important as Sonny Liston, as Joe Frazier, George … [Read more...] about The Champ

Pearlman pulled a bottle of Jamison’s Irish Whiskey from a brown bag as we bounced in the Jeep. We were headed up the road to La Malaza. Soon we’d pass the scene of the attack that killed Carmella and … [Read more...] about Driving Whiskey