Category Archives: STORIES

The wind whistles steadily past like a train. Past the garage where I sit in the dark with a cold cup of yesterday’s coffee, smoking a cigarette  I thought I’d given up. I look out at the back yard, brushed … Continue reading →

Jack leaves for work at seven a.m. He gets coffee at the diner on 6th and East Elm.  He takes it black with two sugars. It keeps him warm and awake. He cannot afford the prices at the trendy coffee … Continue reading →

Honestly, my best stories come from a single opening line and today’s just flowed neatly from this: When I was ten, my father handed me a shoebox and told me that in it was a piece of the sky. Just … Continue reading →

Just a brief bit: In less than a minute the man in the grey coat jerks to attention, sweeps a dishrag gaze down the back work counter and settles on the toaster. He sees the shine of electrical tape on … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Bradley Verasovich was one of those kids you just knew would turn out bad. No, he didn't bury kittens in sand up to their head or pull wings off flies; as a matter of fact, there was a short span … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A hawk, colored pink by a rising sun, circles a still-grumpy sky that reluctantly gives up its clouds to southern winds. Continue reading →

…I’ve been led into the lives of an old man and for two days he’s bothered me with a need to tell me things: But as her face came to his mind he shuddered, frowned, and gathered his saliva in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A friend commented on a post at Spinning about aging in that the prose should be turned into a poem.  I agree that I can take this off-the-cuff post further, but I think what I’d like to do with it … Continue reading → Continue reading →