Man Between the Ponds
Man between the ponds There are these two flood control ponds down in the park at the end of my street. Every day, every damn day, I drive to work down my alley, facing the ponds, and then make a left...
View ArticleTwo Men Between the Ponds
Back in July I posted a quick entry about a man that was doing Tai Chi Chuan (or something) between the two flood control ponds at the end of my block. He’s out there most days at about the time I go...
View ArticleLED
I was walking home from somewhere the other night – late at night. Pitch dark. There was this big field – never mind exactly where – but the important thing is that it was between where I was and where...
View ArticleA Month of Short Stories 2014, Day 2 – On the Gull’s Road
A year ago, for the month of June, I wrote about an online short story each day for the month. It seemed like a good idea at the time. My blog readership fell precipitously and nobody seemed to give a...
View ArticleA Month of Short Stories 2014, Day 9 – A Jury of Her Peers
A year ago, for the month of June, I wrote about an online short story each day for the month. It seemed like a good idea at the time. My blog readership fell precipitously and nobody seemed to give a...
View ArticleA Month of Short Stories 2014, Day 28 – The Graveless Doll of Eric Mutis
A year ago, for the month of June, I wrote about an online short story each day for the month. It seemed like a good idea at the time. My blog readership fell precipitously and nobody seemed to give a...
View ArticleA Month of Short Stories 2015, Day Twelve – Town of Cats
The last two years, for the month of June, I wrote about a short story that was available online each day of the month… you can see the list for 2014 and 2015 in the comments for this page. It seemed...
View ArticleA Month of Short Stories 2015, Day Twenty One – The Library of Babel
The last two years, for the month of June, I wrote about a short story that was available online each day of the month… you can see the list for 2014 and 2015 in the comments for this page. It seemed...
View ArticleOled By Tion
“It’s been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the...
View ArticleThese Villains Creep
These villains creep – Deep Ellum, Texas “The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.” ― Anaïs Nin In this brave new world, this best of all...
View ArticleThe Most Beautiful Thing We Can Experiance
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt...
View ArticleSunday Snippet – The Spirit Duplicator
There is no limit to the extension of the curious mind. It reaches to the end of the imagination, then beyond into the mysteries of dreams, hoping always to convert even the dreams into reality for the...
View ArticleWhat the Hell Is That?
“The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science.” ― Albert Einstein, The World as I See It Trailer...
View ArticleI Don’t Understand How It Subtracts
“I have a friend who’s an artist and has sometimes taken a view which I don’t agree with very well. He’ll hold up a flower and say “look how beautiful it is,” and I’ll agree. Then he says “I as an...
View ArticleWhat the Hell Are Those Things?
“The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.” ― Anais Nin Back in the heady days of the Leaning Tower of Dallas (now, sadly Long Gone) I had...
View ArticleSunday Snippet – Degrees of Freedom
There were X-Ray Specs that promised to reveal secrets, even behind a woman’s clothes. There were mysterious living sea monkeys that would live on a shelf in his room and keep him company. There were...
View ArticleShort Story (Flash Fiction) Of the Day, Rush by Jordan
Struggling to sit up, she squinted bleary eyes at the alarm clock across the room. Was that an eight? —-Jordan, Rush One day later. I once woke up and looked at the analog clock and saw six. I looked...
View ArticleShort Story Of the Day, The Call by Bill Chance
“As useless as always. There are so many jerks out there. I had a shoot last night and the photographer made a pass at me. Of course that happens, but this guy was awful. And disgusting.” —-Bill...
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