Monday, February 12, 2018

“…And if the Santa Cruz weren’t so empty, I’d jump in the river and drown…”

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

NaNoWriMo 2k14

Found the entire piece I wrote for NaNoWriMo in 2014. What a rebel I was.
It starts with a single word. This is what they tell me, this is what’s supposed to calm me. A single word? That’s it? Well, that’s not so bad. One word. The problem is that everything starts with a single word. Every. Thing. Even silence. Silence begins with the single word that is not spoken. So your attempts to shrink down the complexity of this issue are invalid. They hold no water. Try again. 
And so they do.  
"You’re making it more difficult than it has to be." 
Ah. Well, then I’ll just stop, I suppose.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017


     A ghost met a prince
once on a Halloween night—
     A spark neither saw.
* * *

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Tonight a great wave—
one I thought had long ago rolled back to the brine—
of sadness and missing
crashed down upon
Overwhelming my
Suffocating me
From out of nowhere

Friday, October 6, 2017


I don't know if it'll increase the number of eyeballs on the things I write, but I'm going to start putting things up on Medium. First, the Letter to America I wrote but didn't finish until these letters were no longer being accepted.  In the business, we call that Classic Baruni Luck.

Dear America,
I never told you this, but I have this disease. You see, I’m a smart-ass. My parents aren’t thrilled about it. I remember the scoldings. I remember having to rewrite a 7th grade report on the Holy Grail because the version with jokes, I was told, was insensitive and, worst of all, earned an F. (The snark-less version earned an A, if you were wondering.) Fortunately, at the time my parents were too busy being divorced to pay enough attention to realize the danger my disease was putting my academic future in...

You can read the rest of it HERE.