Category Archives: STORIES

I think it’s done–at least to an ending point before going back to revision. Any and all comments welcome and requested. I’m suddenly awakened by the slamming of a door; although I’m sure she pulled it carefully and quietly closed. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I have not finished this as yet, and I know that I’m really only a page or two away from the end. This statement bothers me; I have been so resistant of writing guidelines that measure a story or novel … Continue reading → Continue reading →

All through dinner I guess their moods by gestures and expressions. I’ve learned it is more telling than how they say they spent their day and have become the human thermometer of our lives. Sarah, fidgety, downcast, not meeting anyone … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I realized that perhaps a story written and offered piecemeal here such as “A Seasonal Life” may be difficult to follow with this blog-enforced structure of last entry posted first. But if I rearrange it so one click will give … Continue reading → Continue reading →

From upstairs I hear the start of a normal sibling quarrel. Christopher’s voice a placating baritone to Sarah’s shrill soprano complaint. She needs more time to dress, she says. And Christopher already knows his lines to this feminine demand. They’re … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It is early morning in October. The sunrise fights the moon for my attention as I sit upon my back step in my robe and practice dying; exhaling in a long stream of white smoke that blots out treetops as … Continue reading → Continue reading →

First William, who doesn’t like alarm clocks except the one I have set within myself. My fingers gently touch his shoulder, and as he wakens, he groans and reaches for the glass of water I have brought him. He’ll quench … Continue reading → Continue reading →

John Mandroski picked up the small yellow sticky-note off the kitchen floor. “Carl – 9:00,” he read, clearly written in his wife’s flowing script. He stuck it on his briefcase with the intention of putting it on Anne’s desk in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The August sun had made him sleepy, and he had spent a good part of the afternoon oblivious to the noise of the comings and goings of those around him. He wakened to a sudden roaring sound that dulled a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

So that’s the way it’s going to be, Jacob thought. The argument he’d had that evening with Matilde somehow made him believe that no matter what she’d said to him, she wouldn’t be sneaking out any more, at least not … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A Thought on “Few” This story is coming together, although it never is until it’s written down. My thought is an adult “Puff the Magic Dragon” on a surreal plane. Continue reading →

Few NOTE: This piece is a study in surrealism and personfication, and will be posted in installments. It started from a simple paragraph, but has bothered me enough to build a progressive plot . I am posting just the opening … Continue reading → Continue reading →

AN ATTEMPT AT MINIMALISM I’m not saying that it could ever be considered as okay, but if the body disappeared—literally in front of my eyes within seconds of my shooting him—along with the gun, am I still guilty of murder? … Continue reading → Continue reading →