Her name was Tiffany. She was a tall girl, all arms and legs. She had brilliant blue eyes, at least I remember her having blue eyes. Her nose had a slope to it that made me weak in the knees. Weak. It probably made me weak in the knees. IContinue Reading
Today, I want to imagine there are no limits, nothing tethering us, noting holding us back. We can be whoever we want to be, do whatever we want to do, and most importantly, we can write whatever we want to write.Today, as an exercise write whatever you want. Write asContinue Reading
Perhaps the very notion of complex thoughts and concepts is a point to belabor. Perhaps not. It’s possible that in our pursuit of the editor’s short story, we’re going about it completely in error. There is the academic approach to all of this, and we do use a little ofContinue Reading
Books read in 2010 Vonnegut, Kurt. Look at the Birdie. Delacorte Press: New York, 2009. Eugenides, Jeffery. The Virgin Suicides. Picador: New York, 1993. Beattie, Ann. Where You’ll Find Me. Collier: New York, 1987. McEwan, Ian. Atonement. Anchor Books: New York, 2001. Brin, David. The Postman. Bantam Spectra: New York,Continue Reading
His name was Kenny. He was no friend of mine, and I was certainly no friend of his. We had the random occasion for a random conversation, the kind of conversation that two men who don’t particularly like or respect the other would have. One afternoon he asked: “Hey Anthony,Continue Reading
It’s a sunny day. Yes, strange, I know. There’s not a cloud in the sky, and this is rare for Portland in December. I feel like there should be at least one cloud. Mount Hood rises into the thinning atmosphere to the east of here. It’s stunning. It’s brilliant whiteContinue Reading
At times it was the smart of a whip, and at other times it was the blunt trauma of being struck with a club. It’s been beaten into me. And now, I can feel how great it is, and now that I’m with it, I think everyone else should beContinue Reading
I suppose this first week in December ought to bring stories of wintertime or Christmas, forgiveness or even tales of the solstice. I regret that I have not read such stories at this time of the year, because I have never read them. Rather, I’ve taken the turn for theContinue Reading
A Very Public Library The world could be a very different place. We could be waiting for Halloween daily, the goings on of children and candy only to interrupt the goings on of ghouls and ghosts in the bedroom above. In the bed, complete in every way down to theContinue Reading
Let’s gain for a moment the importance of the story at hand. If this story is merely a recount of old times, then it’s not a story as much as it’s an anecdote, and it isn’t fiction at all. In any story, we readers still want description both of sceneContinue Reading