When I was just a boy, my father, my uncle and I would practice subsistence moose hunting. It is the act of hunting to eat, rather than to collect a trophy; which is an unforgivable act. We’d take ATVs far into the mountains, dozens of miles away from any roads, which were hundreds of miles … More Colosseums of Time
We paid our rent to Alaska dearly that summer. The most beautiful places in the world charge the highest. Alaska charges the most. The landscape will bring you to your knees, but in turn you will pay in weather, darkness, cold and sanity. I spent those short summer months in a rainy town building a … More Alba Sulla Montagna (Part 1)
Clouds mix with fog, the air is heavy and cold. It stings against my cheeks. My breath tumbles out of my lungs and spills into frost against my beard. I wish it would leave. But it stays. The mountain’s layer of crystal crunches against my boots. It crushes about like so many pieces of glass. … More Broken Promise
“Mister, you shouldn’t be out here.” She is young, at least I think. I can’t tell. “I needed a minute.” I reply. “Well I was going to smoke.” She says. “It won’t do to have you around when I do that. “Smoking is bad for you.” “Honey, we are beyond that.” She replies, laughing. … More The World Learned to Sing Again
The cat rests on my lap. A glass of bourbon I received for my birthday sits on the table to my right. She comes in from work. She looks harried, and tired. This month has been a tough one for her. Fall always is. She lets her purse fall to the floor and says “I’ve … More A Place I Will Always Know
The winter winds would blow down from the mountains. The snow from the peak would come down and coat the trees even when the sky was clear sometimes. Their cabin was built just below the tree line where the trees still grew tall and could shield it from the worst of the mountain gusts. She … More A Forest Spring
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
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