He blew his mind out in a bar... 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... Continue Reading →
~ Spring Break #2
... a sermon that no one will hear. (679 words, 4 minutes read time.) "What's bothering you, Bill?" I had just begun to relish the first icy sip of a fresh draft beer, enjoying its full taste, savoring its moderate carbonation flowing down my throat! I'm sure I looked annoyed as I smirked and shook... Continue Reading →
~ Spring Break #1
I've had a drink or two, and I don't care, 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... 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 →
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 →
The Salvations of Abda (part one )
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories. My wife, Nalini, meant it as a joke- "Why not register Adba as an ESA animal, now, before we go to India?" Abba, which means 'calamity' in Sanskrit, is our rescued animal. We recently saved her from the Santa Fe Animal Shelter, where she had been abandoned... Continue Reading →
Excerpt from: The Salvations of Abda*
Within the temple, a woman. Her presence was secured by the black Escalade and a small secret service detail idling outside of the Hindu Temple the woman had just entered. It was Second Lady Usha Vance. She greeted us with a soft smile as each of us pressed our palms and bowed, sharing a soft... Continue Reading →
NEED REPAIR1.The Continuous Adventures of Dirty Socks: Book Eleven, Chapter 5b
Page break 2. The Indian Ocean -wip- The cat, which in my mind I was already calling Dirty Socks the name I knew my late murdered father had called it, as well as my grandfather did his incarnation (what other word could I use for this version). It seemed to pay no mind towards me.... Continue Reading →
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