Jacque slowly made his way up the path to the crest of the hill. There sat a bench and table. It overlooked the ocean and the boats in the bay. He pulled out a bottle of scotch and two glasses from his bag. His old hands trembled now, not like in days before. He would … More A Great Adventure Together
This is an older piece of fiction I wrote years ago after binge watching films based on Ireland’s “Troubles.” It’s not particularly good, but I’m quite fond of it. The old wooden chairs mingled with new metal ones. The bar stools were still here, still antiques. They would probably keep them, he thought, … More A Conversation
The tumbler sits on the table. The clear tinged brown liquid is warm and causes a warmth in my throat, a bravery in my heart. Hemingway said about whiskey “when you are cold and wet, what else can warm you?” He also said to never drink when you are working. I pick up the tumbler … More An Angel in Germany
The floor was worn into a rut and the floorboard creak noise was nearly constant as patrons, drunks, and whorish men and women walked the same track to the beat up bar. They queued politely and sometimes not to order meals and drinks but mostly drinks. He sat there holding his beer in the dusty … More Where the Floor Wears
My Farewell to the summer of 2018 Writer of the blog does not hold any license to the music in the video
His face is weather beaten. It’s leather from the wind and rain. He sits in a hard plastic chair. The light is harsh and accentuates a scar he received in a drunken bar fight years ago. It is round like the broken tumbler that an angry drunk smashed into it. His eyes are dark and … More Wind Fighters
The plane vibrates like all planes do as I land. This isn’t nearly the worst I’ve felt in a plane before, a teenage boy with sweats on and oversized sunglasses is trying to play it cool. I go back to reading. We hit an updraft. He kicks into the air and yells out an obscenity. … More Paul’s Saints
As he shaves he looks in the mirror and sees where his skin is ageing. When he was young he was handsome, he remembers. He was brave and adventurous. His life was so much more open and the opportunities were endless. He was also very stupid and arrogant. Now the wrinkles grow and his body … More Driftwood
The leaves finally had started to turn their proper color. The nakedness of the trees was merely gone. Summer would be here soon and the cold mistress of the snow, winter would be but a memory. Until it came back. It didn’t matter. She stared at the trees thought the window and thought beautiful things … More May, When the Trees Turned Green
There’s a place in the world. There, in that place, there is a long green. It stretches from the base of a mountain. There are bleached white logs from before man here. They are petrified and solid. The green runs along a stream that glistens in the sun and rain. It pours the stream … More Visitors
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