Sitting at the bar, minding my own business as usual, trouble finds me. I don’t know if it’s the looks I give or the clothes I’m wearing, but something seems to happen. Watching a football game, cheering for one side... Continue Reading →
(I wrote this in May of 2012. I like it.) The second, and so far last time I ran into Elvis Costello was in Richmond, Virginia. Well, not exactly in Richmond, but just outside of Richmond in Goochland County. He... Continue Reading →
Echoes are the first thing you notice walking into this once-proud room. Even if moccasins are being worn, footsteps are impossible to hide. Friends and enemies alike are gone. Debates are few. Arguments, non-existent. When a phone rings now, the... Continue Reading →
“I’m going home,” she said as I sat in my lawn chair watching the storm brewing off the coast. “Ok, babe. I’ll be fine by myself.” I watched her get in the station wagon. I loved that old brown bomber.... Continue Reading →
“Why is it that the radio stations only play two Thin Lizzy songs?” Carie said. “Boys are Back in Town and Jailbreak. That’s it. Nothing else. It’s like the band never put out any other music.” I looked at Carie.... Continue Reading →
Looking at my battered, coverless Wal-Mart road atlas from 2003, I surmised it was about an hour and change Batesville to Searcy. Which, of course, it exactly what the redhead with green eyes told me. I felt an energy I... Continue Reading →
Here is chapter 1 of a flash fiction novel/short story collection. Whatever it ends up being. This was written a long time ago, well not that long ago. But starting with this one, I'll be writing once a day to... Continue Reading →
The beat up red pickup truck pulled out in front of me on the small back road, somewhere near Hobgood, North Carolina. I was going about 75 miles per hour. All of the sudden, I had to slow down to... Continue Reading →
The ex-girlfriend and I, we used to go to thrift stores all over the little swath of eastern North Carolina that we were sentenced to all the time. Funny, I still live there, and still go to the same thrift... Continue Reading →
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