Michael Kocinski's Journal

Here is one of the twenty new poems I challenged myself to write as a celebration of National Poetry Month.  Portable Concrete Mixer ...

On Sunday January 24, 2016, at 4:22 pm, I received a text message from my sister; it said just this: "He's gone." My grandfath...

Every Wednesday for the past twenty years I've been stopping at my local comic shop on my way home from work for a little quiet time, a ...

My wife reminded me that we got married and pregnant this year, and we both worked a ton, plus we we took a few small summer trips, but stil...

I'm a recent Pop Culture Happy Hour podcast devotee. I found out about the NPR podcast a few weeks ago when Dean Trippe, a comics artis...

Talks a lot about writing, but doesn't write.

When you let your mind wander, where does it go? Where are you, or what are you doing when you open the door for it, like a dog or cat that...