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Find a Muse in the Masters
If they were watching, and I was sure they were, they’d have to admit I did my best to iron out the smeared wrinkles. Fight as I may, the hard edge of a stained hand was no match for a... Read More ›
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Write of Passage
It happened again: I became a better writer. It’s true. Not that it was anything I did. In fact, I haven’t pecked at the keys, studied the craft, or even read for pleasure in months. Strictly...
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In Memory of My Sister (Five Years)
As many of you now, on March 25, 2010, my family suffered a great tragedy when my sister Dayna lost her life in a motorcycle accident. Since then, on each anniversary of her passing, I’ve cranked up...
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The Old Place
It’s been a few weeks since our move, yet remnants of my old routine still nag at me – it’s as if my subconscious urges me to drive over the bridge, to catch up with the paths I had walked... Read More ›
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It’s Our Time, Down Here
Has a tossed coin actually turned into a granted wish? Let’s be honest. Has it? I ask this question, not only for me, but for all of us who have ever tossed a coin into a fountain and squeezed our......
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Left-Brain, We’re Back
I’ve spent the last few weeks, intermittently, outlining a new story. I’m using an old notebook – relegating my computer to the sidelines and testing the crisp boundaries of a lined page. It’s an...
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Time Zones, A Poem
Originally posted on eternal Domnation:Well, in the name of putting myself out there, I’m posting a poem (I hear there is a cold front in Hell). God speed readers of eD. God speed. Time Zones (photo...
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Momma Mia
It was earlier than either one of us should have been awake and the tapping rain on the windshield made me want to go back to sleep. The driver’s head bobbed with the jagged melody of the Chili...
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This is the End-ish
In some respects, I’m afraid to finish, which is probably why I’m writing this instead of that.
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Surface Tension (Short Story)
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 ›
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