“He was a nobody before he was a somebody,” a former NFL quarterback said, about Pat Tillman. “And he never forgot that, he carried it with him. That’s what made him so special.” Well intentioned words, I must say, that… Read More ›
Creative Writing
I Start Voices in My Head
I hear voices. Audible crumbs that line the zigzagged paths in my head. Loud whispers fold into hushed thoughts, a disconnect bridged by a familiar tone. It builds into a phrase, like a breeze into wind, almost recognizable in a… Read More ›
High School Clocks Crawl
High School clocks crawl. That’s a fact. Perhaps it’s a stepping stone for the real world, where timepieces tend to run. For me, during my school days, the torturous pauses between the ticks were a direct correlation to my hunger… Read More ›
Autumn’s Fall
Leaves change. It’s a beautiful thing, and an appropriate phenomenon for an oft used metaphor. The notion of a warm green leaf transformed into a bright-orange symbol of a cooler, damper, Autumn, can’t help but make one think that change… Read More ›
California One (A Short Story)
“There’s at least fifty ways to forgive your mother,” said Stitches, “and I bet you haven’t tried a single one of them.” Below them, the number one bus released air and lowered its door to the curb. Charlie let gravity… Read More ›
ManFlu Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
ManFlu. I may be stating the obvious here, but let me just say that there is nothing common about a flu when a man has one. In fact, this has been proven in the equivalent of a scientific court of… Read More ›
The Flying Curtain
The flimsy blue curtain dangled loose from its Velcro snap. I caught a glimpse of the other side as it swayed with the turbulence. Between waves of blanket blue, I spied warm peanuts and champagne. The curtain separated two classes…. Read More ›
Mailboxed-In, A Short Story
It had taken nearly an hour to write and only one second to drop. It was decided, and it was the way it had to be. From the small table, next to a faded green plastic cactus, I could see… Read More ›
Harley Worth a Dime (Flashback Friday)
Harley’s Bowl was where we rolled, almost every weekend. The 60’s inspired single-story building towered over the otherwise empty field, unless the circus was in town. The bleak architecture neither inspired nor dissuaded us. The Nihilists weren’t scripted yet, there… Read More ›
Of Blade and Valor
Inspiration comes in infinite packages. It’s a good thing, too, since fortune is a measurement of our choices. From athletes and laureates to three-legged dogs, my neck doesn’t have to strain too hard to find a helpful nugget of you-can-do-this…. Read More ›
eternal Domnation 