July 2010 | 2010 July

A Revolving Cage?

I am dry for something more to say to her and the bus is moving so slowly as if its destination would never come and I don’t even enjoy the freedom of this open road. Outside the bus, the western sky is a beautiful blue. Such sweet blue is curled around the sun but inside the bus it is so hot, clammy and noisy and I wonder a lot why all the other people in the bus had so much to talk to each other about when Charlotte and I didn’t have anything to say to the other.
This was the fitting example of the tone of our relationship for three years.
Very little to talk to each other about and we have always been two desolate islands standing against each other, lost and abandoned. The problems we needed to fix ran deeper, leagues and leagues into the ocean of our relationship. Charlotte was very physically attractive in a fragile way. I was animated with her but never flirtatious around her.
I have always been flirty with other girls but this lack and the dilemma was also a problem

July 29, 2010 | Posted in Short Story | Read More »

Layering Words Stir the Imagination

The layers can go on and on, just as far as the imagination can reach, the sights, the smells and the sounds will generate new ideas. All the words or the detail may not be necessary in an individual scene, but a few well-placed details will add interest and depth.

July 29, 2010 | Posted in Articles,Writing | Read More »

The Last

Kryos stirred. He had never expected to wake from this sleep. It should have been his last. He opened his large fluid eyes, eyes that gleamed liquid silver like mercury, and glanced about his cave. This should have been his crypt, his final resting place. He was the last of his kind – the last crystalline [...]

July 29, 2010 | Posted in Fantasy,Short Story | Read More »

This Great America (story)

The gate was closed and a chain was wrapped around the fence post but experience told me even though there was a lock on the chain that it was all to give the appearance the gate was locked. A dirt road from the gate led up a hill and wound around as if going aimlessly [...]

July 29, 2010 | Posted in Articles,Short Story | Read More »

God In Woman

I never much believed in God Until she smiled at me today A wondrous smile that brightened my heart And showed me the wayI If man is built in God’s image Then only a God can this woman be For if she is not God then my heart has played a cruel trick on me [...]

July 29, 2010 | Posted in Poem | Read More »

This Great America (poem)

My eyes tell the story, memories here; Life on this mountain, so happy and pure. Hard working hands, callused, old and sore; Seen and done a lot, still much more to do. Heavy tools to handle, no power saws; Hack wood most days, sweaty muscles aching; Proud of my work, no other man’s laughing. Time [...]

July 29, 2010 | Posted in Historical,Poem,Poetic Prose | Read More »

The Ordeal

Sitting in the damp, darkened room Saran shivered in the light grey shift dress. Her day had come, and fear knotted in the pit of her stomach. What if she could not do what was expected of her, what if she was a disappointment to him? She knew the honour that was being bestowed upon [...]

July 29, 2010 | Posted in Intimate Fantasy,Paranormal,Short Story,Stories | Read More »

Where Boats Once Rowed

To know his lips And know their mine The tender touch Hands intertwined To know his heart It’s beating rhyme That grabs her soul Tears fall in time A Christmas Eve And mistletoe Emotion explodes A river flows Hearts pound A trumpet blows On the ice lake Where boats once rowed Gentle whispers In careless [...]

July 27, 2010 | Posted in Poem | Read More »

Dirt

A complete Turner Hahn/Frank Morales short story. These two detectives are featured in my book, Murderous Passions. He was scared. Nervous. Suspicious. As we sat in the booth watching him through the big plate glass window of the Dewey’s, we could tell he was wound up tighter than cheap Hong Kong wristwatch. His head kept darting [...]

July 27, 2010 | Posted in Short Story | Read More »

A Writing Never Read

Oh, I see now; I’ve inflicted this suffering upon myself. But why? What makes me think I can do this insane dance once more? Once again I understand my motives and the implausibility of my insane beliefs, yet I choose not to see. I turn a blind eye away to what I don’t want to [...]

July 26, 2010 | Posted in Poetic Prose | Read More »