These are stories written quickly, usually in under an hour.

January 12, 2014 /

  An evil beauty. Morose and cancerous. Taking the charms it holds so highly and using them to kill. Such a wonderful eloquence. So gifted in speech and style. Walk…

Read the PostEvil Beauty

January 12, 2014 /

The talk is always about him. The silence. The looks. They all mean the same thing. Exclusion. The sun rises on an empty sky. The wind blows sad refrains across…

Read the PostMore Fetid Meat.

January 1, 2014 /

I have often felt ‘outside’ of humanity. As the world enjoys the sense of belonging that being a part of a team (supposedly) provides, I stand on the side, looking in, never really getting it. Great social movements working to improve the human condition come and go, and I support them all, but in spite of my best efforts I never feel like I am, in any way whatsoever, a part. Sometimes I resent it. Other times I think of it as a failing on my part – an inability or unwillingness to connect with people. I honestly don’t know why I feel the way I do, but there it is, and it is what it is.

This is my attempt to understand.

I wrote it in September of 2013 as a Facebook status, and, as usual, I am posting it sans editing. I decided to publish it because when I re-read it, I cried.

I was lucky to get such a large lot. Even back then I wasn’t expecting to get anything this big, and when I first saw it I couldn’t imagine I would ever be able to pay for it. As it turns out it was much cheaper than I was led to believe, mostly because across the river stood the fire station. A big concrete building, surrounded by a chain link fence and festooned with radio antennae on the roof, it destroyed the effect of a country residence quite thoroughly. Apparently the people the Realtor had brought to view the property had balked at the idea of living within sight of it. Of course I bought it. Read MoreThe Team

December 29, 2013 /
November 30, 2013 /

The water is cold this time of year. Jim could feel it around his waist, his thighs already knotted, the skin already in pain. He stands still, his heart beating…

Read the PostViolins – Allegro

January 27, 2013 /

The stones along the river were wet from the evenings rain. Thick clouds darkened the sky earlier than was normal for this time of year, and the wind was brisk…

Read the PostSouls

January 27, 2013 /
January 27, 2013 /

The window stayed closed all spring, and he didn’t notice it open anytime in the summer either. He had been watching the house for quite a long time now, a…

Read the PostPerspectives

January 27, 2013 /
January 27, 2013 /

She wasn’t sure if she would be able to spot the animal from such a great distance. The mountains seemed too far away, the valley too deep. The air felt…

Read the PostSo Human