Category: Writing

Risk

The risk of floating where you can’t see the bottom you feel the weeds skimming your legs you hear the gull swooping down, breaking the water with his beak, is always worth it. _______________________ Originally published in 2013 And yes, that’s me and my… Continue Reading “Risk”

There But for Fortune

Dead, splayed, run over Jaw-snapped neck, feathers broken Sister birds keep watch

The Beauty of Not Knowing What This is About

In my writing group, the essential question posed is always: What is this about? I just finished a long essay that started out being about our dishwasher being broken and how washing dishes by hand is such an oddly comforting this to do. But… Continue Reading “The Beauty of Not Knowing What This is About”

Making Space for New Passengers

It’s amazing how little time it takes for the crazy to become normal. You can be having a completely normal life and then, boom, stuff starts happening. The right rear burner on your stove quits working. The front door only locks from the inside.… Continue Reading “Making Space for New Passengers”

Turned Around in the Forest

Getting lost and found Wandering backwards looping Breathless sweaty joy ______________________ Photo by Ries Bosch on Unsplash

Whose Fault is the Chew?

Squirrel bit otter Wild screaming ensued, blaming Trees for witnessing ____________________ Photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Unsplash

Find the Anchors When the Going is Rough

Most people at the dog park stand around. And because they’ve nothing better to do, their dogs chase each other and play fight, which the people all enjoy. It’s what they like and why they came, to watch their dogs and talk to each… Continue Reading “Find the Anchors When the Going is Rough”

A U.P. Story – Hello Again: Part Two

This is Part Two of a story I published here a few days ago. Here’s the link to Part One. If you’ve not read Part One, Part Two is really going to seem weird. It might seem weird anyway. I love writing short stories… Continue Reading “A U.P. Story – Hello Again: Part Two”

A U.P. Story – Hello Again: Part One

Practically all the townspeople were there. All the seats at the bar were taken, folks two and three deep behind the one lucky enough to score a bar stool. All the tables filled, too, with extra folding chairs brought out from the back. Wet… Continue Reading “A U.P. Story – Hello Again: Part One”

Nostalgia for Bad News

On a drive today I saw an old phone booth and I took out my phone to write “nothing is as shitty as you feel in a phone booth in the winter getting bad news,” because, even though I can’t remember the news, I… Continue Reading “Nostalgia for Bad News”