Monthly Archives: April 2012
Take a look at this for me…
(NOTE: This is the very beginning of a piece of fiction I am toying with. I would greatlyy appreciate any feedback you can give. Is it good? Is it bad? What needs work? How’s the tone? What do you think … Continue reading
Looking in every aisle
“I don’t feel well,” Kristy said, clutching her stomach. “Can you go in alone?” I nodded. I used to go grocery shopping by myself all the time. Granted, in those days I still drove myself and my sight was a … Continue reading
As I see it
What does it mean to live a good life? How do you determine the measurements by which your life is judged? Does life have a meaning? Shit, I don’t know. I can only speak to my understanding of The Universe, … Continue reading
Blind drunk
I woke up, cold and alone in a strange room. I had no blankets and only a throw pillow under my head, which was aching. My neck felt cramped. My bladder was full. Goddamn those five-dollar pitchers of vodka-and-cranberry… This … Continue reading
Behold!
And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given to them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and … Continue reading
Dreams interrupted
If a child cries in the night and the baby monitor is intentionally unplugged so her parents can’t hear her, does she make a sound? Ian was such a good sleeper until a week or so ago. Eight in the … Continue reading
New glasses
“You can’t get those glasses,” Kristy told me. “You look so…nerdy.” “But I am a nerd.” I was wearing black plastic frames. It was hard for me to know what I looked like, because the lenses in the glasses were … Continue reading
An image branded on the brain
A friend of mine posted a blog about bathroom etiquette, and it got me thinking about my own weird men’s room moments. Now, I’ve never been arrested in the restroom. I’m not Larry Craig. There might be some people who … Continue reading
Sleep to dream
Mia sat up in bed abruptly as I was about to leave the room. “I want to dream, daddy.” Ian had been crying, forcing me to trudge upstairs for some extra singing. I tried our regular nighttime songs, “Moon River” … Continue reading
A rare sight
The light-rail train stopped in the middle of the intersection, and that never happens. Kristy and I were stuck two cars back from the track, watching. “I hope it didn’t break down,” she said. “Traffic will be royally fucked.” “Why … Continue reading
...said the blind man... 