I won’t tell you how I ended up beneath the pier, so don’t even ask. The last thing I remember is Rut barking at me in my trailer because he was trying to get at a chocolate bar. I… Read More ›
Short Story
That’s Absurd (Weekly Writing Challenge): A Stranger’s Eyes
It was just before sunrise in a long rectangular mirror that I noticed the whites of my eyes stir. Matted with both coldness and familiarity, I was reminded of the stranger that had long ago pulled me from the flames that claimed… 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 ›
The Mower in the Window
She danced in the den, swinging from the door to the open window. She protected our secret through whatever addiction served her. The glare behind her loose curls told me everything. I walked past her, and wondered if I whispered:… Read More ›
Sometimes I’m Write
Somewhere between Paris and London, I reached the halfway point revising my book, Rolling for Coal. I say somewhere because I honestly had no idea where I was. At one point I told my wife that I was almost home,… Read More ›
Cutta to the Chase
He must of have been a problem solver at his day job. He stood in a coach’s stance, his Prada glasses pinched tight against a red nose pointed up at me. To avoid any doubt, that made him shorter than… Read More ›
Where We’re Going, We Don’t Need Roads
The moments with our parents, and their siblings, become even more important the older we get. It’s not so much the wisdom they impart, or the stories they share, it’s the time we get to spend together knowing the ticks… Read More ›
Train of Thought
I’ve meant to write about the man on the train to York. I just haven’t. I’m not even sure I will, at least the way I have imagined crafting the images and voices I replay in my head. Maybe, for… Read More ›
A Short Story: "Trains, Planes, and Minions"
I am an avid reader of Paulo Coelho‘s blog, live under a flight path next to a train station, and sleep with a noise machine that utilizes the sounds of water and wind. Therefore, I am not surprised to have… Read More ›
A Short Story: "I Smell a Rat In the Ball-Crawl" (working title)
At risk of losing you, I have decided to post a short story I am working on (by working on, I mean I wrote it yesterday and decided today to post it). As I learned in his writing memoir, “On… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 