My Life

The Fight

8 March 2010

Some species are simply natural enemies. The mongoose and the viper, for example, or the football player and the band geek. There doesn’t have to be sense to it, it’s simply the way the world works.

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“It’s late, long after midnight. Through my open window I can hear a train whistle in the distance, the pitch bent into a mournful wail as it rumbles toward its destination. I like it; it suits my mood. After all, it’s my birthday.”

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Agent Provocateur

18 January 2010

“My instructor for American History class was a genial older gentleman named Hiram Cox: a veteran of three wars, chock full of patriotic fervor and good intentions, unbearably predictable, and utterly unprepared to deal with a gifted class full of smart-ass kids.”

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Gifts

25 December 2009

A brief encounter with a legendary gentleman.

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And I Feel Fine, Act 3: Tabula Rasa

20 December 2009

In which our hero faces a new and uncertain future.

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And I Feel Fine, Act 2: Ghost Town

25 November 2009

In which our hero becomes undead, but finally passes on.

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And I Feel Fine, Act 1: Ragnarok

22 November 2009

In which our hero faces the awful truth, and says goodbye to his companions of many years.

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Monologue

16 October 2009

“When I first started telling stories and writing them down as I child I didn’t give the sources of my inspiration much thought. Stories just poured out of my head constantly, an unstoppable torrent of improbable events and characters. I hadn’t yet become aware of the limitations the world tries to impose on creativity, and that we impose on ourselves.”

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Suspended Animation

31 October 2008

Hallowe’en is deeply entrenched in my psyche, its influence reaching back to my earliest memories.

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Directions

8 April 2008

“It was about 7:30 or so on a Saturday night when I realized I left my phone in the car. I went out into the twilight to retrieve it, then stopped on the porch for a moment or two to watch the late birds dart through the branches. That’s when I saw the car moving slowly down the street.” A story of opportunities and destiny.

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