Dear Nigel,
Did you know that W.H. Hudson learned to fight with a knife at the age of four? I’m unsurprised. I understand.
Category: Short Stacks
Quick reads, scenes, scenarios, riffs off the cuff, or perhaps even a rant if you’re lucky.
Do Not Disturb
…maybe a pen and some ink
and the luxury of stacks of blank pages. And a little desperation to keep me honest.
A little agony never hurts.
That’s all I need…
Brucie
Recently I’ve been learning all I can about trees. It’s been a long time coming. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do but this life pulled me out from under my seedling mother and branched me off in so many directions that I forgot all about the roots underneath my …
White Roses (Pt. 1)
Spring’s arrival was still a ways out but despite the snow and sleet it RSVP’d in the dead of winter. The snow was piled high by the street well out of the mailman’s way. The front sidewalk was clear. The neighbors’ walks were clear to boot and their steps swept …
Reconnect
Today I rocked, I wrote, I plucked my strings, I nailed a poem called “the little things” and then I did a victory dance around the house, and I don’t mean just on the inside.
Pajama Party
My grandmother always said, “Moderation in everything,” and of course she’s right. I should have heeded her advice tonight. I wonder, if my grandpa had heeded her advice more often, would he have needed the Alka-Seltzer less often?
Coven Pool
Time to make more croutons.
The Hearts She Will Have Broken
I knew this little girl once in a sunlit classroom when I was little too. She had the deepest eyes of brown that would burst open to the color of swirling oblivion. They did so once right before mine. I dared to glimpse into them for as long as I …
Declassified
This world loves its labels. So I’ve labelled this “Declassified.” It’s a Ghost’s story for this new year’s night but to the rangers, witches, and wolves among us it is a howl flung in your direction, a notice served, a warning or perhaps a confirmation, a blank postcard from parts …
Corporation Service Specialist
“How are you doing this morning?” asked the headphones on the other end of the line, presumably wrapped around a head that was still trying to wrap itself around a script. “Fine,” I replied. But I thought this: I’m in the ebb trying to flow. The moon must be waxing. …