I’ve been reading a lot of Charles Bukowski lately. Not sure why it took till I was nearly 40 to discover this writer. In the last 6 weeks, I’ve read each of his novels in chronological order, twice. Not… Continue Reading
When they open the fire hydrant in the summertime with a wrench and nothing more, a torrent of water spews forth. It floods the asphalt turning it the color of a swimming pool at midnight. Once the hydrant has been opened… Continue Reading
Silence slunk like a black cat through the grates, inking the walls with its shadow as it went. It was early yet, too early even for the pilgrims that had arrived seeking solace and a blessing. Beyond the dim pool of a… Continue Reading
The day you left I finished the last of the earl gray you had given me. It had barely lasted two weeks. Maybe I had been in a rush to drink it all, to have you leave so that I could… Continue Reading
I just finished listening to an interview with Stephen King by Neil Gaiman which he talks about how he sits down in the morning at about 8:20am and writes 1,200 words or so till noon. During that time he loses… Continue Reading