I bought this typewriter at a resale shop towards the end of July and the love affair continues. The machine has a beautiful cursive script and a purity in objective that I think is often taken for granted. It has only one purpose: to write. No distractions exist around it. Ideas can slide in and […]
Monthly Archives: August 2011
I’ve always been interested in the difference between good and evil. When I was younger, the line was thick and bold and as visible as the Great Wall of China from outer space. I thought I knew the source. So I studied Biology in college. After four years I realized it wasn’t there and became […]
The following takes places between an agent of the government and an informant. “…Hey.” “Hello Mr. Johnson.” “I can’t do this anymore.” “I’m sorry? “I can’t. Do this. Anymore. Hear me?” “Yes, I hear you… But I just want to make sure that you understand the repercussions of your own words.” “…You took them all.” […]
The man was so close now and was surprised to feel his heart beat faster. Still he moved forward, zombie-like, and suddenly the woman in front of him began flailing into the expansive darkness to his right as the Palace Guard proclaimed she “wasn’t getting past the velvet rope of this exhibit”. Not yet at […]
This is my blog. Some of theses stories are true, some of them are fiction. I’ll leave you to decide which is which. I can’t deny that there is not some part of my life in any of them, even the fictions. When I write a story and feel it is worth publishing, I will […]
It's a Beautiful Day I Need a Drink 