Category Archives: Writing

Deflection

He was odd, Granger was. He grew up on the coast of Newfoundland, eating a steady diet of seafood. Over the years, he was a voracious reader, especially science and nonfiction. By the time he was twenty, he decided that … Continue reading

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Dank

The humid morning air, so thick with moisture that light cannot find a clear path in the mist, presents a challenge to flying creatures. Insects’ wings, laden with dew, struggle to give them flight. Birds opt to sit on water-logged … Continue reading

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Bidding for Worship

Listen carefully to the voice in your head. Listen to its tenor and timbre as it urges you to consider or reconsider aspects of your life you thought had long since been settled. You may not even hear it if … Continue reading

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Distant Designs

Lina awakened me. I felt her two fingers tiptoe up and down my back, one on each side of my spine. She tread gently at first. With restrained but increasing pressure, she ensured that I was aware of her presence. … Continue reading

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Ode to Edward

A is for Arnold who choked on his ego. B is for Barney killed in Oswego. C is for Carmen who fell off a bridge. D is for Dennis who got locked in a fridge. E is for Everett burned … Continue reading

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Disconnections on Steroids

I spent time this evening trying to create some semblance of order to some of the short fiction I’ve written, including a number of pieces I’ve posted here. My objective is to collect pieces that might reasonably be said to … Continue reading

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Deliver Me

Gavin Colquist shrieked, his clothes catching on thorns and branches as he sprinted through the underbrush. By the time he had run the thirty yards to his car, thin red lines paralleled the rips in his polyester button-down shirt. His torn … Continue reading

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Wine Thinking and Drinking

I’m sipping a Jacob’s Creek Shiraz-Cabernet blend. The wine snobs on Vivino talk trash about it, saying such things as these: “Not a wine to cherish. Pepper and vanilla stood out but a rather generic fruit flavour. Was a little … Continue reading

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Art Critic

Acerbic in her praise of the fruits of your labors that flowed like rivers  of blood from your fingers, she spoke of the promise of your efforts, the potential in your art, as if promise and potential were words of praise, rather … Continue reading

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Slaughterhouse Vignette

Ribbon Scrawl was tall and stupid. He was the kind of stupid you find in shuttered slaughterhouses, the kind of stupid you avoid if you’re smart. And you’re smart. Or you thought you were, until you found yourself locked in … Continue reading

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Market Vignette

The aroma of vanilla floods my nostrils. Somewhere among the clutter of stalls, sweet vanilla cakes are offered to those with a sweet tooth and money to spend. Everyone wandering the stalls here has at least a little money to … Continue reading

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Pedestrian Improper

I sprint toward the other side of the highway, hoping to reach the shoulder before the car speeding in my direction reaches me. I misjudge its speed. It’s almost here and I’m only inches from the middle of the road. … Continue reading

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Ward of the Corporation

A few years ago, I had an idea for a story I’ve never written. The story I envisioned would take place near the end of this century, following a catastrophic world-wide economic depression.  Jobs would be in very short supply … Continue reading

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Guilt by Reason of Aforethought

This may seem like I’m stereotyping. Okay, I’m stereotyping. I’ll admit that up front, before the reader gets to that point at which I am clearly stereotyping. So, there will be no condemnation of the fact that I’m unwittingly stereotyping … Continue reading

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Enter the Animal

Enter the animal. He prowls like a cat. But he’s a monster unknown. He’s a creature prehistoric, an enigma that stalks the night looking for victims to satisfy his appetite for fresh flesh and streaming blood. The sky darkens and leaves in … Continue reading

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This Post Has No Title, Nor Message

A medical bill, associated with my recent colonoscopy, arrived in today’s mail. It was for pathology work. I logged on to my medical records to find details of the pathology report. As I already knew, the pathology exam found nothing … Continue reading

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Seeking

We long for connections, intersections, kisses; spaces between our fears and acceptance, between the unknown and the richness of knowledge so deep we cannot comprehend its wingspan. We long for beauty in the absence of truth. Modesty tells us to hide our … Continue reading

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Bitter Woman

Her smile conceals savage fury of infinite intensity. Look closely enough and you’ll see bitterness escaping from the upturned corners of her mouth. Beware the simmering anger, hidden beneath her engaging grin, capable of erupting in full-throated rage. In an instant, the acrimony growing … Continue reading

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Ribbons of Thought

Material for books continues to spill from my fingers, onto the keyboard, and then splash across my computer screen. I’ve created a half-dozen plots in the last few days alone; every time I begin writing on one of the novels-in-waiting, … Continue reading

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Coincidental Crime

Last week, I read a fiction short-story aloud to an audience, as part of the local writers’ group program called L’Audible Art. My story, entitled Urban Dear Hunt, revolved around a woman’s murder of her adulterous husband by shooting an … Continue reading

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Shattered

He looks in the mirror and sees a man he does not recognize. The man in the mirror is older than the man who used to look back at him. This man’s face bears evidence of age beyond the years he knows its possessor … Continue reading

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Plotting

While conducting some research for a fiction writing project, I read material from the Union of Concerned Scientists about “close calls” involving nuclear weapons. The numbers and scope of incidents that could have triggered nuclear war are chilling. One article mentioned … Continue reading

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I’m Writing in My Brain

For reasons unknown, early this morning and late this afternoon have been monstrously productive for me with respect to ideas for a novel. I’ve spent hours documenting details of several characters and some fundamental outlines of the plot. I don’t … Continue reading

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Cravings

This evening promises a welcome diversion from reality. We’ll attend a two and a half hour cooking class at Garvan Gardens, where we’ll see and partake of a demonstration for three courses, each paired with a special brew from Bubba … Continue reading

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Norwegian Sky

While his wife, Elise, and son, Kennet, sat at their breakfast table overlooking the North Sea, eating smoked salmon and scrambled eggs with Jarlsberg cheese and juniper berries, Stefan Ruud pondered his previous night, spent alone aboard a small boat anchored off the Svalbard Islands … Continue reading

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