Writer, sculptor, artist living and working in the swamps of Central Florida.
Buying the Farm
The path ran out back of the house before disappearing down through the woods. It’d once been used as a logging trail though through years of disuse saplings had grown up in the middle of the dirt road making it all but impassable insofar as driving a vehicle through the valley. That was why they carried the Wilkinson boy up that path the day they found him. Brought him right past the house where I sat watching out the kitchen window. The searchers, wet and bedraggled, had been out all night....
Buying the Farm
The path ran out back of the house before disappearing down through the woods. It’d once been used as a logging trail though through years of disuse saplings had grown up in the middle of the dirt road making it all but impassable insofar as driving a vehicle through the valley. That was why they carried the Wilkinson boy up that path the day they found him. Brought him right past the house where I sat watching out the kitchen window. The searchers, wet and bedraggled, had been out all night....
A Taste of Pennies
The lightning leaves a taste of pennies in her mouth, an electric tingle in the air. Old Barney in his rumbling bed tosses and mumbles of departed beauties while his dentures secretly smile from the glass of water on the nightstand. Liv hugs a pillow in the dark wondering why it isn’t him coming to her tonight, that boy she remembers, and not this fat sour old man. She listens to the mutters coming from the other side of the mountain, hears every note, wondering. Way up yonder, top of the sky...
A Taste of Pennies
The lightning leaves a taste of pennies in her mouth, an electric tingle in the air. Old Barney in his rumbling bed tosses and mumbles of departed beauties while his dentures secretly smile from the glass of water on the nightstand. Liv hugs a pillow in the dark wondering why it isn’t him coming to her tonight, that boy she remembers, and not this fat sour old man. She listens to the mutters coming from the other side of the mountain, hears every note, wondering. Way up yonder, top of the sky...
Lunatic
“You know… the Lord loves a lunatic.” Most times Mae was looking my way whenever she hollered this, slowly shaking her head over something stupid I’d done, said. Fact was, I never thought of myself as such, but it is true how I could understand her doing so. After all, Mae probably knew me better than I did. I think, more though, it was the family from which I sprang that lent a sort of lunatic fringe feeling to those who were unfortunate enough to meet me over the years, lucky enough to surv...
Lunatic
“You know… the Lord loves a lunatic.” Most times Mae was looking my way whenever she hollered this, slowly shaking her head over something stupid I’d done, said. Fact was, I never thought of myself as such, but it is true how I could understand her doing so. After all, Mae probably knew me better than I did. I think, more though, it was the family from which I sprang that lent a sort of lunatic fringe feeling to those who were unfortunate enough to meet me over the years, lucky enough to surv...
Dev
Despite what you might think, it doesn’t hurt to be electrocuted, no, more like you’re going through a whole-body seizure, perhaps, else a tensing of muscles you can’t get to release, like a massive cramp, maybe. Let me be the first to tell you I never expected to wake up. Not after having the noggin shaved, being strapped into that chair. Watching those anxious stares through the viewing window. Ghouls is what comes to mind. Now, as it happens, there are only six states in the good old US of...
Dev
Despite what you might think, it doesn’t hurt to be electrocuted, no, more like you’re going through a whole-body seizure, perhaps, else a tensing of muscles you can’t get to release, like a massive cramp, maybe. Let me be the first to tell you I never expected to wake up. Not after having the noggin shaved, being strapped into that chair. Watching those anxious stares through the viewing window. Ghouls is what comes to mind. Now, as it happens, there are only six states in the good old US of...
Big Shot
A cold wind blows in off the Pacific and the sun hasn’t shined all day. I wake up itchy in the dunes not at all sure how I got here though I seem to remember riding in the back of a rusty van drinking cheap booze with the members of a hair band who were traveling north to do a gig. At least my butt doesn’t hurt so I'm pretty certain they weren’t queers. I wonder what time it is, not that any of that matters. From the waning daylight I judge I must have slept the day away here. Maybe it&a...
Big Shot
A cold wind blows in off the Pacific and the sun hasn’t shined all day. I wake up itchy in the dunes not at all sure how I got here though I seem to remember riding in the back of a rusty van drinking cheap booze with the members of a hair band who were traveling north to do a gig. At least my butt doesn’t hurt so I'm pretty certain they weren’t queers. I wonder what time it is, not that any of that matters. From the waning daylight I judge I must have slept the day away here. Maybe it&a...
