Painting: Paris Evening

“Travel is really great.” —Mark Twain Actually, that’s not the exact quote. I can’t remember how Twain put it; it was much longer and sounded better, but you get the gist. I’m sure anyone who has travelled would agree with him. Except my work colleague, Glen. He went on an eight-day South Pacific cruise last... Continue Reading →

Drexel and the Ball (The Final Part)

Drexel’s teeth clenched and he paced back and forth. He stopped and glared at the ball, his chest rising and falling with each infuriated breath. Suddenly he lunged, slapped his hands around the ball and tore it from the couch. Tucking it under one arm, he flung open the front door; birds scattered from the... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: The Weatherman

The fat man in the brown suit stormed down the stairs. Everyone could hear the footsteps and the swearing. The studio door swung open, but was prevented from slamming against the wall by the man's crushing grip on the door knob. His furious eyes reflected the glow of the unfortunate cigar he was gnawing, slurping,... Continue Reading →

Poem: Corrupted

The guilty soul fears silence, The proud heart cannot sleep, Not a smile in envy was, Ever more than just skin deep.   The bitter soul devours, Yet still he wastes away, The thankless man is blinded, Though he walks in light of day.   The stingy soul will wither, The angry heart goes mad,... Continue Reading →

Poem: Sweet Raging Denial

Violent shrieks from cursing mouths, A noise to numb the soul to sleep, The chanting of the idol crowds: “You are the wicked! Vengeance is ours!” The well of pride flows full and deep.   Anger boiling unconstrained, The fire stoked by itching hands, Inferno’s heat must never wane, The mind is safe when laying... Continue Reading →

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