Ways to Travel
His goodnight kiss
was giddy. Conflicted.
But he sent me on
my way. So what does
that say? Sometimes the
universe hands us exactly
what we need. And we
turn around and walk away.
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my first collection of short works and a few novels still looking for a publishing home
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More than twenty-five years ago Oliver Stark’s first novel made him the voice of a generation. It was the last extraordinary event in his life – till now. While Oliver escapes his mundane reality through the pages of history books and the Discovery channel, his wife Ann and their four children struggle to come to […]
In the shadow of Manhattan’s St John’s Cathedral, Candace Snark, a shy, overweight and lonely literary agent from Nowhere, Ohio, finds inspiration in the words of John Milton’s Satan–Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav’n. Taking these words to heart, she reinvents herself and nearly attains metro perfection, but not quite. Instead, Candy […]
Rants, raves and other bits of stuff...
In the wake of the massacre in Pakistan, the murder of 150 women outside Fallujah and all the other uniquely special humans who have lost their lives in violence, hate and fear, I find myself tempted toward feelings of powerlessness and despair. It brought me back to something I wrote in another of these tragic […]
A few words about my current digs and cosmic April Fool’s pranks… Still Life in Grottyshire Next time around I will live by water, and not some little bourgeois town the burgh in a Hesse novel, bark mulch capital of the world. Not like Grottyshire, my bohemian island, surrounded by pious faces sweeping gravel from […]
For me March has always been the cruelest month. Perhaps living in Central Pennsylvania, where March tends to offer one unimaginably dreary day after another, caused my distaste. What little snow we get melts away, replacing the glistening bright whiteness of Midwinter with piles of dirty, blackened slush, cold gray skies, granite barked trees, mushy […]