Monthly Archives: September 2018
Everything Will Flow
Good things are on there way. I am finishing my first collection of short stories for publication. Also, there may be a change of scenery in the next few months.
Zombie Barbeque
Until I talked with one the zombies in this short last night, I had forgotten that I had done this with a group of friends back in ’06. I am the poor pizza guy, just trying to make a buck,who … Continue reading
Possession
At the college level, at least, an instructor/professor should teach in a manner that interests him/her, thereby revealing a genuine excitement that may entice that fabled one or two student(s) whom we are told to inspire. Teaching literature/composition in Mississippi: … Continue reading
I’ll Always Remember Your Smile Today
One of my favorite bands in college was an alt-country band before the moniker became too heavily trafficked. The lead singer evokes Patty Cline, a singer to whom my late Maw-maw (RIP–2017) introduced me. I wrote about them years ago, … Continue reading
Stranger Love
Here is another grad school writing exercise that I have come across recently. I wrote this for a creative writing class. If it is not obvious, I was reading a lot of Walker Percy at the time. My style has changed … Continue reading
Old Poem; Old Memories; Older Habits
Ten years ago around this steamy time of year, I was engaged. Unless I really dig deeply in the fecund soil of pettiness, I cannot say anything bad about her. (In fact, all I can say is that I regret … Continue reading
The Motorcycle Diaries
As a dreamy teen, I probably had four or five Harley shirts. I would watch my the-official-history-of-the-Harley-Davidson-Motorcycle VHS cassette religiously. I even had a leather jacket and would put Vaseline in my foppish hair to style it into a pompadour. … Continue reading
Two in One Day
More rambling for you. This is a bit longer than the last two, but I was on a roll. Writing and speaking. I must be in a manic stage. Fun fact: I still have not learned to time beginning my … Continue reading
GGoing the Wrong Way
The ancient Greeks believed that music was a microcosm of the universe in that the same fundamental laws that governed the cosmos also applied to the composition of music. As the Greek tragedians remind us, we violate natural law only … Continue reading
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