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three books that i like
A few people have asked me why I haven’t uploaded a recommended books list of some sort, and after some consideration I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t really know. Generally speaking, I believe that your appreciation for a written work is personal. If you read something and like it, that’s great—that’s what reading…
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writing exercise #5 – memories of a lake
They loved Ford’s Lake as kids. It was a blue-gray smear of water surrounded by heavy rocks and wilted trees, tired fishermen and smoking teenagers dotting the shore, but Minnie and Sam weren’t there for the view. As soon as the van came to a stop the two would jump out, dance across cracked, hot…
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writing exercise #4 – a date for two
The dirty glass door clanged open, and Lenny the manager shot an annoyed look over. “Don’t slam the damn thing,” he said. “Easy, Lenny,” the man said. “It’s just me.” He wore a tight shirt covered by a leather jacket. In one hand he held the stub of a finished cigarette, and in the other…
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writing exercise #3 – man vs yogurt
The last yogurt is missing from the fridge. After a few minutes of rummaging through the shelves, I decide to look in the trash, and there it is; a plastic container lies amidst garbage, the inside scraped clean. I take a few deep breaths and walk into the living room, marching straight up to the…
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writing exercise #2 – Pops is dead!
Carlton was never on time, and he certainly wasn’t today. He steps out of his sports sedan at five minutes past noon and, seeing the two of us already seated outside, impatiently strides over. He has on a horribly colored Hawaiian shirt and shorts that expose way too much of his fleshy legs. “A coffee,…
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writing exercise #1 – “Everlong”
The first time I hear “Everlong” by the Foo Fighters, I’m in the middle of an hour-long bus drive headed back home. It’s nearly empty at this time of night; the only passenger besides me and Jonah is a sleeping man in the back, so knocked out that even the blare of a passing car…
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This is a confession. (draft)
This is everything that I never said, and it starts with this: I liked you. Or really, I liked the idea of you. The problem is that humans aren’t ideas. When you push, they pull; they can give and they can take. They say and do things that surprise you, things that you would never…
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9:27 PM at Walgreens
Here is what the old man at the Walgreens sees: He sees a youngish man push through the dirty glass doors. He wears a faded pink hoodie and no shoes, and there is a deeply tragic expression on his face. It clings to his cheeks and mouth like a giant hairy spider, all unsightly mustache…
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Just Like the Rain
Iris wakes to a start in the stillness of her bedroom. Keeping her eyes closed, she listens to the rhythm of the rain against the window and roof. It’s a steady downpour now, up from the drizzle she’d been stuck in while on her way home from work, and it’s loud. Somewhere a few apartments…
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“Age is a scary thing.”
“Age is a scary thing.” Noel leans by the window, watching our son and dog run around the yard below. “It’s there all your life, but it just leaps at ya, doesn’t it? When you least expect it.” I sit a little away on the swivel chair, pen idly doodling the sketchpad. “Whaddya mean?” “I…
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