Steam rose like pistol smoke from my double shot while I gazed at the Silver State horizon, musing to myself that this was the type of place where Clint Eastwood had had it out with many an unshaven buckaroo, adorned with his quintessential poncho, woven with the colors of coffee & cream.
Nobody in the congregation could imagine her not moving. Doris had always moved — as if made of rubber or as if a bouncy spirit had inhabited her. People remembered her swaying across the gymnasium floor during the church’s centennial celebration. She was dancing to My Girl by the Temptations and all the other songs […]
The old man was delivering seedlings to a nursery in a beat-up truck — its platform fenced in by scrap-wood panels. It was the start of a new day: The man wore a yellow shirt — loud as unmitigated sunshine. A shovel jutted up from the center of his flatbed— its handle to the sky, […]
There is a certain element of death imbued in writing. All of it is a sort of last gasp. Perhaps why I oftentimes wear black. In a way I cease to exist. In the rare instances when I am noticed, then I have a willingness to vanish. Not altogether, but enuf that you won’t see […]
A large sculpture in the library lobby purposely leaned at a slant on a pedestal to give it the effect of falling. It made me think of nodding off. People sat at tables — some read, some spoke, but it was hard to make out what anyone was saying. Their indecipherable voices carried up high […]
I get up early, around 5:30, regardless of whether it’s a workday, and I’ll do some writing or I’ll do some reading, or else make some visual art. And I’ll have coffee. I’ll also do some thinking. You know: Hmmm, how did I get into this situation? How do I get out of it? We […]
Mr. Mustachio is basically a walking / talking, bristly & dark-haired mustache who is debuting a cable TV show. A round beverage coaster who wears a sombrero on occasion, his show will be titled, Drinks Are On Me. He will discuss cocktails and other mixed libations during segments, which will be filmed on a kitchen […]
The ducks had trust in the two little girls who were approaching. Actually, the ducks were Canadian geese. Elegant creatures that added class to the playground. One girl’s name was Brooklyn, and her mother assured her the geese would not attack. Brooklyn’s younger sister threw grass at them, offering it as food. The other day […]
Eep is the word of the day. Cry of distress. Eep, it’s only Wednesday. Thickets — “She arrived through the thickets.” Eep reminds me of British mystery theater on PBS. Use eep or thickets in a sentence.