It started as a joke. Something the high school boys would taunt each other with on Friday nights after football games, the buzz of cheap beer cheering them on. They'd pile into a couple of pickups and cruise down the muddy roads outside of town until they took so many turns they weren't even sure … Continue reading The Bridge
Shredded pages torn from yellow pads littered next to neatly stacked piles of "To Do," "To File," and "Too Many Questions." A rapid fire Thursday from dawn 'til the quiet moment in a can of cold pasta at my desk. Six deliveries, eight pallets of potting soil, twelve invoices, and one headache, lasting an approximate … Continue reading April 5 : Thursday
Fontana, 4 (Via County Road) It's still night when I cruise-- down the highway's broad curving brushstrokes of dark pavement and rock-strewn shoulders, my car click-click-clicking as I wait for a pair of headlights, shaking and yellowed, to lumber past me before I swing wide onto the county road. I look for the old white … Continue reading April 4 : Fontana, 4 (Via County Road)
The following is a creative non-fiction assignment from the prompt: season, time of day, time of year, month, etc. It’s that time again. Winds are turning to breezes and cold is turning to cool. My pens are doing more daydreaming than homework. Two days after a snowfall, I’m baring shoulders and shins. Woolen caps … Continue reading Blackbird
Typewriter Moon 