her doe eyes glisten ruby red lips narrow i get up from my seat toss down three bucks for our coffees i walk out of the diner never looking back she did not say a thing what could she say she had done exactly what i expected her to do it was a hustle after … Continue reading Mark
Acrylic, 8 1/2 x 11
Look at a US map and you will see how Montana looks like Joe Biden sniffing Idaho.
Since returning from Crescent City, California, I’ve found myself with a strange case of writers block. Strange, because I still keep my journal and I write lengthy notes, but I'm not writing words worth the sharing. Meanwhile there's a billion words swirling about my head like the multitudes of high-desert stars. And though they're all … Continue reading Dark Days
Watercolor, 8 1/2 x 11
The middle-aged woman wandered up and down the ragged beach, a place so forlorn and uninviting, that others, even locals, often refused to go there. Her bare feet pressed into the blackish sand as the waves crashed in to the rocky shoreline. He had driven her there, and now he watched helplessly as she rushed … Continue reading The Housewife’s Dream
Fact: Women spend more time wondering what men think about then men actually spend thinking.
Officer James Herrod pulled into a parking spot about 30 feet from the food truck and picked up the microphone: "Robert One-18 to dispatch." "Dispatch," a voice from the radio spoke, "Go Robert One-18." "Yes, dispatch I'll be 10-7 at the corner of Main and Third." "10-4, Robert One-18, have a good lunch." "Roger and … Continue reading Taco Time
Monday comes and it is already Friday. This month is over and the year is up. Many years are gone, leaving nothing, Where waiting for later is loss of time. So take full advantage of what is left It is already too late for the going back.
The battleship gray door was locked, possibly barred from the inside. And since it was a metal door, listed as fire proof, it was going to be hard for Steve to breech it. It wasn’t the sign on the thick thing that read, “Meet the person responsible for your life.” No, he believed that the … Continue reading The Perfect Solution
Joe Biden is so close to picking a female vice-presidential running mate, that he can smell her.
At least during the 1918 pandemic they still had cocaine in their soda.
A Xerox copy of a handwritten letter sent anonymously and without a date, via the US postal service, to the newspaper I used to work for, but never taken seriously: "All I did was step off trail long enough to empty my bladder and now, I’m lost. Where Andy and Ryan went, I don’t know … Continue reading Driven
A single sperm supposedly has 37-and-a-half megabytes of DNA information in it, which means a normal ejaculation could represents a data transfer of around 1,587 gigabytes in about four seconds, and that's a lot of information to swallow.
It was reassuring that the restroom was the same as it had been all those years ago when he was a student. "Well, maybe the toilets have been changed out," he smile, "but at least the water still rotates left-to-right when flushed. It was one of only two restrooms – and still labeled ‘boys,' the … Continue reading Metal Folding Chair
As a semi-retired software engineer and an often hated critic of the many apps that come from overseas, especially from the Asian theater, I still receive my share of ‘try this and tell me what you think of it,’ requests. Some are so stupid that I send a polite email to the developer saying 'no … Continue reading Mobile App
Heading north on Highway 101, and as we crossed the bridge spanning Big Lagoon in Humboldt County, I saw rather a large man in a ghillie suit standing chest deep in the water, partially obscured by reeds. When I saw him, I recalled how as a child, I’d seen an elk swimming, head and antlers … Continue reading Non-believer
“California’s idea of dining-in is eating outside,” I kept thinking each time seeing a restaurant serving guests in their table, chair and tent-covered parking lots. It was stated in jest and mostly in my head. Having said it once to my wife was enough after she told me to ‘knock it off,’ which I did. … Continue reading A Foodie’s Fantasy
July 2020 has been a rough month, as a number of friends and acquaintances have died. On July 3, Dorothy Chubbuck passed away in Roseburg, Oregon. She was what we kids called a ‘track mother.’ Her son, David and I ran track when we were in high school and this is how I came to … Continue reading Four Passings in July
Five words at a time. Pounded out in short sentences. Staccato, pointed, sharp, and quick. If you think it’s hard. Then you think too hard. It’s about language and control. Hold back on the emotion. Grasp each word in perfection. Going home is not easy. Seeing home decaying is harder. It is time for goodbye. … Continue reading Five Word Sentences
Pencil and watercolor, 8 x 11 1/2
It was as if I had 'an itch that I couldn’t scratch.' How many times have I heard that, said this, thinking I knew what it meant. Today I learned, as I scrambled out of the house, half-wild and needy, heading into the lower hills jus’ to the west of us for some quiet time … Continue reading Beautiful Defacement
In recent days, and every since the Internet decided to celebrate Ernest Hemingway’s birthday, I’ve seen several articles detailing how his suicide was the final outcome of a man dealing with a sexual identity crisis. A number of scholars are citing letter that he wrote over the years to his many wives. It makes me … Continue reading Debating Ernie’s Sexual ID
“You are so accident prone,” my wife says. “No, I’m not,” I reply, “I jus’ move so fast at times that I become clumsy.” “If you say so,” she smiles sweetly, “But I’ve never seen you move fast once.” “Pffts,” I press through my tightly pursed lips. The injuries, though not severe, take a toll … Continue reading Injurious
Overheard while social distancing: "They oughta call COVID-19 'the common core virus.'" "Why's that?" "Nothings adding up."
Early morning dialog. “I have been off work because I won't wear a mask, so I took a job as watchman for a logging outfit,” he said, “I am getting paid to camp out. You never know what life will bring. Good place and job to get my guns sighted in.” “That is so cool,” … Continue reading Fire Tower Talk
Work, work, work. Been out in the garage busting through drywall in order to put in a new electrical outlet. I don’t get to do the work as Mary has someone she’s had do work at her old job, coming out to install it. Ain’t gonna see me crying about not having to do extra … Continue reading Drywall, Dirty Wookies and Electrical Storms
So, if we become a cashless society, how will I be able to tip a stripper?
It’s been a strange day for sure. Sat out back for a couple of hours after my son brought over his wife’s childhood friend’s dog, Bailey, for us to sit while they went to Donner Lake for the day. Bailey has not been happy with the arrangement and has been laying at our front door, … Continue reading Visitors, Mopping and Love
I'm wanting to quit reading this book, ‘Big Sur.’ It's hard to invite a man, syllable-by-syllable into your head, then read in his own words, how he is drinking himself into an early grave. Makes me want to break out into a high flying semper fidelity fit. That sounds like a bunch of hypodermic needle … Continue reading At Chapter Twenty-five
Woke to hearing my wife say ‘Happy birthday.’ Made me smile until I remembered how horribly I treated her the day before, having gotten angry over something trivia; the removal and exchange of a blind from one bedroom to the next. I can be a very thoughtless man at times. Sadly, no birthday cards in … Continue reading Birthdays, Burgers and Strikers
With all the unrest in the US, Canadian's must feel like they're living above a meth lab.
True story... “Look at what I found in my book,” Mary said. Half asleep, I rolled over and looked. It was a photograph of our son Kyle, sitting next to Chuck E. Cheese. “Cool,” I said, smiling, as I turned over with the idea of falling back asleep. As I drifted off, my brain suddenly … Continue reading The Rebounding Photograph
1843 hours -- Soon the sunshine will be removed from the sky and replaced by a multifaceted star shine. That is how most days close when there are no clouds in the sky. And I was honored to sit, looking up, seeing the first twinkle from the vast and coming darkness, so my day is … Continue reading Evening Time Journaling
1233 hours -- Sitting in direct sunshine, dry heat of middle day on my freckled back, I find myself quickly exhausted, a sign, perhaps from God Himself, telling me I’m getting old or am already there. I need to be moving, not seated, not at rest, if I’m to remain outside in this summer’s blast, … Continue reading Noon Time Journaling
Try as you might, you can't Febreze all the odor out of bullshit.
we are all human a shard pot, dropped, cracked red is our life glue
0927 hours – Been up over an hour, drinking coffee, trying to clear my head of the ragged dreams from the dark. Listening to my wife’s music selection, from Al Green’s “Let’s Stay Together,” to “Ventura,” by America, and then something by Dave Gates and Bread, followed up with a show tune from 'Jesus Christ … Continue reading Morning Time Journaling
"Yes the cross-sawed redwood log turns into a coal and looks like a City of the Gandharvas or like a western butte at sunset." Jack Kerouac, Big Sur the city burning resin redwood log aglow fire bombing past
Been picking at the idea like one picks at a week old scab, that I should give up writing stories. I don’t drink enough to call myself an alcoholic, through you shake my family tree and several or more would fall out, never spilling a drop, nor am I an addict either to pill or … Continue reading Diary of a Mad Writer
"2020," written by Stephen King, film directed by Quentin Tarantino, and narrated Samuel L. Jackson.
Left my computer for half-an-hour, the god-damned blinking cursor pounding in my eyes giving me a headache. Sat outside for a quarter hour, until it got too hot for me; only 98 and not yet noon. Wonder what it’ll be like by three or four, zenith of the sun and the heat. Wife has me … Continue reading Hand-me-down
Singer Taylor Swift has made a career out of singing about her poor choices in men, and now she wants us to vote for Joe Biden.
It’s been a generation, perhaps two ago, and while I didn’t make a lot of money, I had enough to treat me and Adam to few soda pops and comic books from the Woodland Villa. I was nine, maybe 10-years-old, when I decided to take Dad’s wooden Ronson Shoe Shine Kit down to the Klamath … Continue reading Ronson
The showers ended Sunshine and grass remain Mosquitoes alive
I don't cuss, but I do speak fluent Marine with a hint of trucker, logger and construction worker.
My pillowcase was such a mess and my pillow beneath it so damp, that I had to tumble it in the dryer and wash my case. You see, I’d been crying off-and-on throughout the night and morning while having the same basic dream. Checking all the doors and windows each night before bed, making certain … Continue reading Crying in my Sleep
Payday candy bars should change its name because it's offensive to people who refuse to work.
Awoke early this morning wondering: “If God were to write the opening paragraph to my biography, what would He have to say?” Fell back to sleep with this still on my mind. When I woke again, the thought remained. It hung with me while mowing the lawn, then like a bolt outta the blue, this … Continue reading Author and Perfecter
Ask me about my attention deficit disorder or pie or my dog, a cat. I have a bike. Do you like TV? I saw a rock. Hi.
reach out, reach out with hope in your heart and you will never walk alone
For the second time in as many weeks, I woke up a 2:23 am, first on a Monday, then this morning, a Saturday. I could easily assign some strange interpretation to this because I was born at 2:23 am, three minutes after my twin, who did not survive entry. But I won’t. I’m jus’ letting … Continue reading Two-twenty-three
The trip to the north coast of California is a long one, at least eight-hours, if you stay within the speed limit. Ham Piper knew this, but after several cups of coffee and getting stuck behind a slow moving log truck and two RV ‘wienie-wagons,’ he found he had to stop for a pee. He’d … Continue reading Born Again
This is day 115 of social distancing, face-masks and self-quarantining and a lengthy week of minor set-backs. It started last Friday with my son and daughter-in-law’s vehicle breaking down jus’ over the Nevada-California stateline as they were heading for a visit to her family in the So-Cal area. Two motor belts and a radiator later, at … Continue reading Set-Backs
Last night our neighbor came home drunk. He stood at his door banging on it for over five-minutes. Problem is that he lives alone. So I finally went over and told him he wasn't home. He left.
This is convicted terrorist Susan Rosenburg. She sits on the Board of Directors for the fundraising arm of Black Lives Matter. She was convicted for the 1983 bombing of the United States Capitol Building, the U.S. Naval War College and the New York Patrolmen's Benevolent Association. She was released from prison after serving 16 years … Continue reading Think it’s About Race?
A friend came to me and asked, “What do you think of Kanye West for President?” “Not on your life!” I answer. She frowns at me as if I said something wrong, “What does that mean?” “It means,” I say, a bit too defensively, “Did you see what he and Kim were wearing in that … Continue reading West of West
‘Laziness,’ that’s what I call my current affliction, it the only way I can describe my activity this morning. Nine-twenty and I’m jus’ rolling myself over to get outta bed. Of course, I turned off my alarm before it went off at 8:00 and even before then, I reset it from 7:00. By the time … Continue reading Worthless Words
Not to brag or anything, but I'm very skilled at forgetting what I'm doing -- while doing it.
In defense of alcohol, I've done some pretty stupid stuff while sober, too.
Bought some marijuana-infused toilet paper. My asshole has the munchies now.
A short tale about today's society... Cain thought God was a fruitarian, offering Him what he had grown. “I made you in My image and like you, I eat meat.” Cain was butt-hurt. Then his brother, Abel appeared with his meat offerings. Digging the smoky aroma and that tangy sauce, God blessed Abel while pigging … Continue reading BBQ and Boogie Rock
Bib-over-all's have been a staple in my life for as long as I can recall. As the name implies, they're designed to be worn over top of regular cloths to protect them from getting dirty and torn. It’s rare now, to find someone wearing them as an ‘over-all,' in a work environment. I certain don't … Continue reading Joozers
As I sat on my side of the bed this morning, pulling on my bib-over-all's, I had a sudden flash back to a day, shortly before Grandpa Bill passed away. It was the end of summer, my brother and I were playing in the field next to the house. He was sitting in the shade … Continue reading Simply and Wonderfully
It’s official – I’ve entered my sixtieth July. Don’t know if I should laugh or cry. Gonna take my time writing for the next thirty-one days. And I plan to stick to subjects that are not of the ‘supernatural/horror’ realm. Rather, I wanna touch on things that are of this world, true life, or as … Continue reading Keepin’ it Real
Pencil and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
Pencil and watercolor, 8 x 11 1/2
Told my wife that if she ordered one more thing from Amazon, I'd burn it. She ordered a scented candle.
The children from the apartment complex next door hollered and carried on all Saturday morning and into the late afternoon. The pond behind the old folk’s home had frozen over and was now hard enough to skate on. Annie Clarke sat at her bedroom window, knees tucked beneath a knitted throe and watched, remembering her … Continue reading Snapback
My wife hasn't ordered anything from Amazon in the last couple days, which worried the delivery driver, who knock on our door wanting to know if everything was okay.
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
"I'm all fucked up in the head and no-one understands," he grumbled as he climbed from his truck, "And someone has to pay -- and I don't care who." Drowning in a violent madness, Manly Davis breached the locked front door of the Catholic Church by kicking it in, jus’ as he had learned to … Continue reading The Man from the Wall
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
In both grade and high school they had teased him, called him ‘nerd,’ and at the time, it bothered him. But as a ‘senior,’ as society is want to do, at 60-years-old Rod Westford didn’t care what anyone called him. “Jus’ don’t call me late for dinner,” he often joked. He had married his late … Continue reading Out Boxed
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
Appearing as a smallish, dark spot on the wall in front of her, without her glasses, Edeana Winters couldn’t tell what it was. Then it moved. Spider. And while she didn’t fear of them, she didn’t like them. Her mind raced to a piece of trivia she’d learned years before, ‘We swallow at least nine … Continue reading Nine Spider’s Trivia
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
It's hard knowing that someone I've known since the mid-70's, and who is a year younger than me, has passed away. Dave and I used to run track together and that's where I first met him. We ran for the Del Norte Track Club, run by Dee Sullivan, out of Crescent City as well as … Continue reading David LeVeque, 1961-2020
I'd brood over The Dixie Chicks changing their name to The Chicks, but it seems they've already hatched that one.
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
She asked me to write a romance story... It was the gray largest wolf I had ever seen in my life, the size of a smaller Shetland pony. I only saw it for a couple of seconds, before it disappeared into the wood line ahead of me. Reflecting back on the sighting, I realized something … Continue reading Her
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
The wood shed was visited rarely, was weather beaten and had begun to slide into disrepair. The previous winter rains and spring wind had knocked the old building from its foundation and the process had been made easier by the fact that what was stored in it was stacked away haphazardly. George Nilsen decided to … Continue reading Small Gods of the Shed
It was jus’ a short trip, time-wise, as I wanted to take a few pictures of how Mid-town Reno is coming along after the beginning of the COVID-19 stuff. I hadn’t even turned my camera one when I was yelled at for not wearing a face mask. No wanting the woman and the guy with … Continue reading Little Dust Devil
Malone Davis loved to surf, but he had accepted a job on the morning side of the Sierra, slightly east of Reno, Nevada and had to leave his ocean side home in Santa Barbara, California. Soon though, he discovered wind-surfing. His favorite place had been Lake Tahoe, but it proved crowded and with self-quarantine, social … Continue reading The Wicked in Washoe Lake
Peggy passed away on May 10, 2020. She was born in Crescent City, California on December 13, 1955 to John and Eleanor McMillan. She grew up on the McMillan ranch in Klamath, with sister Kathy and brother Brian. One summer, when she was 15 or 16-years-old, Peggy was our babysitter. Her style was too keep … Continue reading Peggy McMillian, 1955-2020
It was a fair piece of asphalt between Cheyenne to San Francisco and to ride the bus made it the perfect adventure for Jesse Costa. He’d traveled the many by-ways across the good ol' U.S. of A., the same way he was traveling now. Always in the same seat, the ones on the right, jus’ … Continue reading That Big Silver Dog
From now on, Quaker Oats shall be known as Shaquille O'atmeal.
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
“Geezus, I can’t believe that I signed up for this shit,” he whispered into the stock of his gun as he glanced at the shoulder patch bearing the letter's'WW' in black thread on his upper right sleeve shoulder. "I’ve done some stupid fucking things before in my life," recalling how he accepted a dare to … Continue reading Weekend Warriors
If you wear a face mask and glasses at the same time, you are entitled to condensation.
They laid on the plaid blanket in each others arms, watching the distant stars above and enjoying the warm summer evening. The only sound to be heard in the darkening night, was that of the Whipper-Will’s call. “I can’t believe how perfect we are together,” she said, stroking the side of his bearded face. “Me … Continue reading Summer Love
If Betty White changes her last name, I'm done...
Juneteenth? I thought it was 'Black Friday.'
After watching how some people wear their masks, I now understand why contraception fails.
The narrow dirt streets, between the brown and towering chimney-like housing, were very quiet this morning, absent the odor of the combustion motored vehicles and the sound of the mechanical gear-shifting and handlebar bells of the hundreds of bicycles, but 11-year-old Xi Yang paid no attention to this. Nor did he think much about the … Continue reading Grub
Judy took her dog to the park to run and play, burn off some energy so that he might sleep the whole night through. ‘Ralph,’ was named after a cartoon television sheep herding dog that he didn’t resemble in the least. At the park, he raced back and forth and wrestled and rolled with the … Continue reading Ralph the Mouth
From now on, 'Cracker Jacks,' shall be known as, 'Caucasian Jacks.'
Another lightning storm and she found a scared Papa standing, his back pressed against the far wall, yet again. “It's only lightening, Papa,” the nurse gently coo'd, "No need to be frightened." “No. It's the shadow that comes with it?” his voice quivered. “I don’t understand, Papa. What shadow?” “The shadow that wants to get … Continue reading Against the Wall
Them: "You've got a great personality." Me: "Umm...it's actually a mental disorder."
All Jerry seemed to do was work and it was never enough. Jus’ ask his wife who constantly told him how worthless he was as a wage earner. Further, he heard the same thing from his in-laws, who lived with him and their daughter, his wife. Neither thought him the proper husband for their only … Continue reading Life Span
Her: "I like you." Him: "Give it five days. Her: "No, I really like you." Him: "Okay, ten." Narrator: It would, in fact, take only four.
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
The charnel oddity envisioned the strange appliance as it twisted and turned within the abject void of space and time. It reached out, not with hands, but with crimson tendrils that drew the darkened thing into itself. Never had the oddity seen, felt or breathed in such a confusing puzzle. With in it were malformed … Continue reading The Fold in Time
If a novel is a relationship and short stories are love affairs, then flash fiction must be the quickie.
look in the mirror, whose seeing you seeing? your own reflection?
I want to feel Jung again -- oops that was a Freudian slip.
Klamath, California is where I grew up and it's constantly being confused with Klamath Falls, Oregon. Dad work for the federal government, Mom for a local tourist attraction and with four kids, money was always tight. We never had a fast-food place like McDonald’s, Burger King or Taco Bell. Fast food was a bologna or … Continue reading Retrospect on a Childhood Well Lived
"Happened again," a Corporal to my left whispered. "What?" I asked. Someone answered, "Skipper got us lost again, Doc." "Oh." We're on night patrol, maybe two clicks north and west of our fire base. The scuttlebutt is that we were outside the wire to 'chase our tail,' meaning we are out here to impress some … Continue reading From the Ruins
Sure, it was full moon, but not every monster in the underworld was out making mayhem and sowing fear. Werewolf wasn’t interested in blood, guts or gore, knowing it would harsh his mellow. Instead he was hanging out waiting for some excitement to pass his way, getting high and feeling the munchies coming on. Then … Continue reading Under the Influence of a Full-moon
It's amazing how things work out: today's the 22nd anniversary of my mother’s passing and yes, even after all this time, I still miss her. My plan for the day was the same as most others, do some writing and editing of stories I have prepared for future postings. But as the the saying goes: … Continue reading God’s Timing
Robbie was the neighborhood bully and everyone either shied away or joined him. Either way, they did what they did out of fear for their safety. Maggie was the new girl to the area and she had only one real run in with Robbie. He'd pushed her down, then laughed, challenging her to do something … Continue reading Sidewalk Happy Faces
Being single is better than being lied too, cheated on, and disrespected. Thank goodness I'm not married to Congress.
Ink, 8 x 11 1/2
As he stood by the side of his truck, gassing up, he noticed a woman squatting by the ice machine. She looked tired, was dirty and down on her luck. She leaned on a large metal framed backpack. Finish at the pump, he walked over, “Can I get you a soda, coffee, something to eat?” … Continue reading Frou-frou Coffee, Pt. 2
Your religious? I prefer pedestrian, Walking in belief.
Ink, 8 x 11 1/2
As he turned off his computer, he chuckled at the attempt in humor of the story about the boy trying to solve a murder only to find out it is fiction story written by Stephen King. He got up and crossed the hallway, got undress and laid down on his bed. Sleep found him quickly. … Continue reading Frou-frou Coffee, Pt.1
Ink, 8 x 11 1/2
Stephanie first saw him as he stood in the main hallway of the high school, seemingly lost. There was something different about this boy, foreign perhaps, maybe innocence, a shyness or even worldly. She couldn’t tell. However, she rushed over anyway to ask if she could help. “New here?” she asked. “Yes,” he answered. “Stephanie.” … Continue reading The New Kid
Ink and watercolor, 8 x 11 1/2
The old man struggled to push the wobbly shopping cart west along Mill Street. He wheeled the noisy cart to the north on Lake Street and under the city’s ancient arch, before turning it west again on the tiny street of Bell. He’d heard that there would be trouble that night, so he wanted to … Continue reading The Seventy-fifth Day
Ink, 8 x 11 1/2
This is going to be controversial to some, on point to others and a mystery to those who cannot understand the situation, because they’ve never operated under tremendous stress as offered in the video evidence provided by both the City of Minneapolis, through police cams and bystanders using their cellphones. While I am not going … Continue reading On the Death of George Floyd
Maktub found gaining entry in the human’s habitat easy. All it needed to do is reduce it’s physical structure to an ‘ooze,' slipping through the crack beneath the main door. It did this for the simple purpose of learning what it could about the strange and violent specie that called itself: Homo Sapien. Quietly, it … Continue reading Supreme Being
You know common sense is lost when a dozen eggs come in a flimsy Styrofoam carton, but you need a chainsaw to open a package of batteries.
Pencil, 8 x 11 1/12
She stood at her open door Unwilling to venture forth Trapped by the new ritual Her cloth virus mask Rendered useless By a broken strap Her emotional undoing And exterminating Angel Kissing her impolitely
Limped into our local ice cream parlor, yesterday and ordered a banana split. "Crushed nuts?" the woman behind the counter asked. "No, bad back." I misunderstood the question.
It was bacon cooking that brought him from his room. He took it in, wishing for a taste. Then she screamed, “SPIDER!” He spun around to see where. Seeing nothing, he turned back. She had the newspaper advertisements rolled up and was swinging away. In a panic, he raced to his left, darted to his … Continue reading House Mate
As of late, I've been going out into our backyard, to sit during the early evening hours where I enjoy the slight evening breeze and warm air. During this time, I tend to listen to a podcast or two, sometimes an audio book and stare up at the soon-glowing stars. From time to time, I … Continue reading In the Night-sky
If you kneel like the cop knelt on George Floyd's neck as a way to honor Floyd's memory, then you jus' might be a sheeple.
That unscratchable itch over came him again and Clay Rollins found himself loading his nondescript, white 1974 Chevy van with all the necessaries. As he sat behind the wheel, he glanced in the mirror and saw the six dolls, all hand-crafted to look like the popular Cabbage Patch dolls, each neatly seated and properly restrained … Continue reading Cabbage Patch Kids
Being out of a paying job again has put me on the road to a stress attack. Elevated blood pressure, headache, sickly stomach and a case of anger, have been my companions for the last few days. And before you start giving me remedies (not to discount your caring for me and my health,) know … Continue reading Where Crazy Exceeds Word Count
I can't believe it's already riot season. I still have my murder hornet and COVID-19 decorations up.
Into their third decent of the 2020 Intergovernmental Oceanographic Commission's season, pilot Fred George and engineer Maurice Oliver, of the deep-sea submersible, “Aegir” cautiously approached the sea bed. The yellow and black, two-person craft had been named for the Norse God of the oceans. During their second assent, the duel propellers of the craft had … Continue reading Antipode, Part 4
Wife: "Does it look like I've gained weight since the quarantine?" Husband: "Honestly, you weren't that skinny to start with -- so no." Time of Death: 3 pm Cause of Death: COVID-19 related
I hope to always care about things the way my dogs care about sticks.
Tired, he felt himself beginning to doze off. Taylor got to his feet and leaned on his spear, continuing his vigil. Night time came and still he stood guard. It wasn’t until it was dark that a sudden stirring came as a faint glow from the cauldron of stones. “There you are, bastard,” he said, … Continue reading Antipode, Part 3
My wife uses so much hand-sanitizer that the odor makes it difficult to have dirty thoughts.
That night as he lay in bed asleep, he dreamed a nightmare; the thing, the creature, the face with the teeth was trying and succeeding at busting through the barrier. It was a barrier that once Taylor awoke, realized was a membrane that kept an alternate reality, perhaps an entire alternate universe from violating this … Continue reading Antipode, Part 2
Not okay to reopen a business. Okay to loot and vandalize a business.
“Son of a…” Taylor Rundel began as he looked at his dead camera and seen that the battery had drained. It had been a brand new one, purchased the day before and had registered fully charged that morning when he slipped in in the camera. It had taken him a good couple of hours to … Continue reading Antipode, Part 1
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2 inches
Beware of people who are in your circle, but aren't in your corner.
Fine! I won't give up. But understand this: I'm gonna cuss and complain about it every friggin' step of the way.
It’d been several weeks since the latest international crisis had begun. Now over, Charlene and Will needed desperately escape their home, their place of confinement. After spending a week dining, dancing and spa-ing, the couple returned home. Following dinner the next evening, Will came down with a massive ache on the left side of his … Continue reading Thread Count