Something deep and troubling had occurred…(story draft)

I began writing this story in 2008, and I’m surprised I’m still able to connect to the characters and their voices. I didn’t think they had anything else to say. For now, I’ll call this story complete. It never had a title, and I can’t come up with one now. So it goes.   SomethingContinue reading “Something deep and troubling had occurred…(story draft)”

To Finish or Not to Finish….

That is the proverbial question. I have so many stories I’ve started and never finished that it’s become par for the course. If I have a good start–characters I care about, dialogue that flows well, a decent plot–it’s almost a guarantee that I’ll move onto something else. Part of the reason is my ADD (undiagnosed,Continue reading “To Finish or Not to Finish….”

The Whale-Shaped Man (fiction? poetry? both? neither?!?!)

The Whale-Shaped Man Is he in his office? asked the whale-shaped man. Is who is his office? the woman in sparkly pants replied. You know. I don’t. Him. That doesn’t clear it up. The whale-shaped man grimaced. I’m talking about your father. Oh. Why do you want to see him? To ask for your handContinue reading “The Whale-Shaped Man (fiction? poetry? both? neither?!?!)”

“You Can’t Just Pet My Head and Expect Me to Poop Out Jewels”

I didn’t intend to write this, but that’s how it goes sometimes. I like to think that in an alternative universe, Isaac and Charlie are working on a new album. “Well, you can’t just pet my head and expect me to poop out jewels,” said Barney Carter, confusing and disgusting the patrons gathered at Stumpy’sContinue reading ““You Can’t Just Pet My Head and Expect Me to Poop Out Jewels””

Reggie and Len (a dialogue)

I was scribbling in my journal the other day while with my kids at karate practice, and this is what came out. As I continued writing, I began picturing Bert and Ernie and one of their many conversations at bedtime. You know (or maybe you don’t), the ones where Bert is desperately trying to goContinue reading “Reggie and Len (a dialogue)”

Merry Christmas, or Something (flash fiction re-post)

I originally posted this in November 2012, and something reminded me about this piece of flash fiction. Heavens, it’s dark. For the record, I feel pretty good this morning. The speaker’s tone doesn’t reflect my current state…though I imagine I was pretty down when I first wrote this. Merry Christmas, Or Something There’s nothing left for meContinue reading “Merry Christmas, or Something (flash fiction re-post)”