527 words, 3 minutes read time. "Oh, come now, Bill. You don't believe that. You don't believe in suicide." "Mel, I don’t know what to believe anymore. But, wait! I do believe in one thing. I believe that I love these peanuts!" I’ve been shelling one peanut after another for some time now. Who knows... Continue Reading →
~ Spring Break #2
The narrative depicts a conversation between Bill and Mel at a bar, where Bill expresses his disillusionment with his role as a preacher. He feels disconnected from his congregation, perceiving them as uninterested and distracted. Bill questions the value of his preaching, suggesting faith is a personal choice rather than a mandated belief.
~ Spring Break
434 words, 2 minutes read time. Maybe it's these stupid allergies I try so hard to disclaim, or maybe the thick New Delhi smog that drifts thick here on the northern breeze. It clogs my nose, crusts my eyes, makes me thick, but only after everything inside of me runs out to them. A breeze... Continue Reading →
~ poodle piddle ~
382 words, 2 minutes read time. This isn't going to go over very well and will be less than politically correct, not to mention terribly unwoke. This issue has nagged me for the longest time. It's that I have this irresistible urge to scratch and bite people when they drag their so-called ESA (Essentially Stupid... Continue Reading →
~ on the road to Jaipur
447 words, 2 minutes read time. There is little to entertain me during these five-hour rides from Delhi airport north to our farm outside of Jaipur. Whether we're coming or going, night or day, every trip is tedious, familiar, and seemingly perpetual. If not for the people we pass outside the windows, their faces, their... Continue Reading →
~ between destinations ~
432 words, 2 minutes read time. World travelers know Jaipur, the Pink City of India, as the jewel of Rajasthan. My wife and I are blessed to own a farm on the outskirts of this picturesque, "world destination city". We are fortunate to escape the city's summer heat and the monsoon seasons by skipping across... Continue Reading →
No work at all
963 words, 5 minutes read time. I was interviewing for a copywriting position at WorkStress, a minor distributor for retail book giant Barnes & Noble, when this HR interrogation guy asked me, right out of the blue, right at the last minute, what had been my favorite subject in school? I thought the interview was... Continue Reading →
of stardust and black matter…
Photo by Simon Berger on Pexels.com a bit of a rant. maybe... <~~ALSO POSTED SEPERATELY AS A FIVE PART SERIES~~> I'm never really sure how these things get started. Often, I don't even know where they began. I only know that frequently, material, time, and effort suddenly disappear from the things I've written. More things... Continue Reading →
excerpt from Eighteen Days from Qatar
I was holding back at our farm in Jaipur because of the monsoons, which was okay. It gave me time for, among other things, closing the books on the summer wheat crop. I had also just finished preparations to export three full shipping containers of garments, borrowed jewelry, and concealed gold jewelry back to the... Continue Reading →
The Salvations of Abda- (part two)
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories Dear readers: this is the second installment of the first chapter of "The Salvations of Abda." I must have neglected to save a more embellished version of it, therefore, it is what it is. The text itself is still accurate. I will be taking a break from... Continue Reading →
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