What Wakes the Rooster (Part 13)

Ivan stepped aside, fixing his eyes on Sonny as he walked up to Winston’s bed. The old rooster lay on his right side, with his neck stretched out and his left wing bent back at an unnatural angle. Feathers were strewn all about and dark blood stained the straw. Around Winton’s throat, feathers had been... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 12)

Sonny raced back up the hill. The path seemed longer and steeper than ever. His legs were exhausted, and the air pinched his lungs. At the top, just before the yard, he paused to catch his breath and saw nearly every chicken on the farm was gathered outside Winston’s shed. Sonny’s heart was almost beating... Continue Reading →

Painting: Imitation Roscoe Orman

I was devastated by the news of Roscoe Orman’s death. Orman, better known to most as Gordon from Sesame Street, had always been my favourite human on the beloved children’s television show. His acting had a gritty realism, uncompromising yet subtle, which complimented the Muppets perfectly. I determined to paint a portrait of Orman in... Continue Reading →

Painting: Balloon Face

When we were kids, my friend Travis Barnell and I used to watch hot air balloons flying and/or floating (I still don’t really know how they work) above the coast near where we lived. They seemed so magical, those airborne rubber orbs (if that’s what they are made of—I never bothered to find out). Travis... Continue Reading →

Why the Donkey Never Runs (Part 10)

Mr McGinley stooped down and tried to catch Henry, but the piglet was too fast. He darted in and out between the donkey's legs, back and forward and around in circles, squealing the whole time. It was only when he tripped and fell that Mr McGinley pounced and caught him, gathering him up in his... Continue Reading →

A Slow March (The Final Part)

The sky is blue today. Leafy trees, just taller than myself, line the path. Eight months of the year they are bare, arching over like claws. Now they are lush and green. One month a year they flower. Now they are in full bloom. Wide, open stars of deep red. Around me, men are either... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Eulogy

"Well, what can you say about Uncle Bert that wouldn't further tarnish his reputation? He was a good man, I suppose. Not in the traditional sense of the word, but perhaps in comparison with some of his 'business associates', none of whom have turned up today to pay their respects, I see. Although, to be... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: “Raging Joe” Williams

The baseball world is today mourning the loss of Joseph "Raging Joe" Williams. The former Atlanta Braves star died peacefully in his home yesterday, aged seventy-three. He is survived by his wife, Marsha. In today's sporting landscape, where loyalty is traded for multi-million-dollar paychecks, where political activism grabs more headlines than on-field performance, and where... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: The Advertising Business

Advertising was in my blood. A rare strain of zombie virus was too, but mostly advertising. I remember it was a Wednesday—the usual mayhem—I had deadlines to meet, clients to schmooze, and anti-human-flesh-eating-urge medication to take—and in walked Martin Milford, president of Milford's Mayonnaise. He had come to hear our pitch for his company's latest... Continue Reading →

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