story; a cleaan house |
A train wailed. Passing by. Moaning, clacking. The train sounded miserable. Wailing.
Larry Young was alone in his too-big house. He passed from the living room to the kitchen the bathroom the bedroom ...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 14:24:00 GMT |
for the wanderers |
all of life is a seedthe seed itself in itswondorous simplicity and astonishingambivilent ambition.
it is a seed this seedfrom which all life is givenits birth.
but it will not be in theseed where we ...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 18:20:00 GMT |
poem for a dead friend |
you,
you were a good manand I can not count thethings in common,what we shared.
they have taken youfrom smoking rooms of laughter,from moonlit streets,from the men the women the friendsthat held you,f...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 16:38:00 GMT |
story; dreams about dead people |
Dreams about dead people
He'd had dreams about dead people last night. Three dreams, each dream about a different dead person. His Grandma. His father...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 16:27:00 GMT |
poem; at the bedside |
at the bedsideDavid Puma
the old menin the aging cafeshumbled, leaningover a cheap cup of coffeehomesick for their youththese kings, these fathers
exiled.
through the hours ofthese early morningshome...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 00:45:00 GMT |
story: another day |
They were playing classical music on the radio. A symphony. And it sounded good. The music was obviously singing about something. But from under the blanket, Owen wasn't sure ...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 00:23:00 GMT |
strory; a young woman |
I have been wrestling with this story for too long now. The quest for simplicity becomes a hydra when you go to edit it. I have spent more time rewriting these two fucking pages than i have chapters ...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 23:13:00 GMT |
shrt story: a bright marquee i think its a finished story |
a bright marquee
The hot day was just cooling down. Dusk threw long shadows across the pavement. The parking lot deserts emptied as the town went to their homes. The whole town was usually asleep by ...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 00:20:00 GMT |
short story; a cold place |
I am just trying to put some stuff on the blog. I am not sure if this one is finished. there are two versions with more dramatic endings. but i find this one better. some smart guy told m...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 00:14:00 GMT |
end of may, the middle of june. |
she could not washthe smell from the shirtshe left behind.the few thingshe didnot take.
she had a garage saleand with the thirty five dollars,she'll go back home.away from this town.
the end of Mayth...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 13:42:00 GMT |
