Night time at sea. No land in sight. The ocean is calm. It speaks to the pale moon in glittering reflections that please the silent orb. A giant freighter laden with shipping containers sails through the reflected light, trudging on its way to ports unknown. All is well until… A violent storm arrives, unexpected andContinue reading “The Storm And The Sea”
In troubling times, it helps to get out of our heads. Try this flight into fantasy on for size. Rush hour traffic Reading bumper stickers Bumper to bumper What if Suddenly Time jogs out of joint No traffic Traffic-less No highway A tunnel Swings into view Sea shell music A pulsing oval Misty edges TheContinue reading “The Time Traveler”
Is the car running away from something? Is it running towards something? Or is it just some dumb kid with a lead foot accelerating off of a dirt shoulder? If you picked option three, you get an all expenses paid free night at a Comfort Inn in Sawdust, Idaho. Here’s a more detailed description ofContinue reading “Tips for Staying Sane Now and Forever”
If you craft your characters carefully and thoughtfully, your story will write itself. Your plot will be character driven, rather than contrived. Your readers will become emotionally attached to your characters.
My first thoughts as a twenty-five-year-old are of my wife and daughter. Will I ever meet my loyal and devoted wife, Bonnie? If I do, will we have our precious daughter, Danielle? As I contemplate these disturbing eventualities, the phone rings.
This past week I attended a seminar presented by Saniel Bonder titled “The Sun in Your Heart is Rising–Activating Your Embodied Awakening, Wholeness, and Unique Purpose.” Nine people attended the five-day event at Kripalu Yoga Center in western Massachusetts. One of the exercises in the seminar is called “Heart Seat Share.” Each person in theContinue reading “Heart Seat Share”
Thanks mainly to the peace circulating in my body from the weekend seminar I did not hate the ticket attendant. I did not scream or berate the poor woman. She was only doing her job. She had no control over how badly her job was screwing me.
The seagull storm swallowed up the hotel. The bird-cloud mushroomed towards the sleek concrete and steel skyscraper to the north. The sky darkened. A squall rippled towards them from the macabre scene unfolding on the shore.
The words resounded against the dripping walls. “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.” Blood trickled from the corners of Trevor Hartigan’s mouth. His awareness flickered from the pain coursing through his broken fingertips to the oppressive heat in the room, to the crooked expression on the interrogator’s ugly face. “If you lie to me again,Continue reading “Too Late For Remorse”
Grayson found it hard to breathe. Sweat poured from his forehead, down his crimsoned cheeks, onto the stiff collar of his white shirt. The cubicles surrounding Grayson in the sprawling call center buzzed with activity. “This is Grayson Sellers speaking. May I have your contract number please?” “Habla Espanol?” “I only speak English,” Grayson replied.Continue reading “Something More Than Telewars”