Author Michael Kurcina

Many summer nights ago I used to ride my motorcycle with the lights turned off as I snaked down a serpentine path. It was something I did as a young man for thrills. My eyes caught glimpses of the road as I... Read More...

We plumb the sacred depths of the silent sea and pull up polished stones, and shells and hold our breath as we drift along a current of eternity. We float, and dip and sink and are carried like a bubble on ... Read More...

Get hit, hit back harder. Get kicked, kick back harder. Where did it all begin? Maybe it started for us when we saw a mother or daughter slapped around by a father and could do nothing about it. We sucked i... Read More...

Thoughts for the evening: What would we see if we could map out the orbit of our life? What data points could we gather, what coordinates did our journey lay down for us? If we could journal all the sets of... Read More...

There's a great scene called Alice Jumps in the movie Last of the Mohicans. Alice would rather die than to live with Magua. The perfection of the movie is helped in great part by the dreamy soundtrack, the ... Read More...