In the pantheon of colorful characters, few could match Andy's uncle Calvin. A world traveler, Calvin would show up at family reunions every few years, full of stories of the odd cultures, and creatures he'd encountered in some distant land. This made him a perpetual favorite among the kids, and almost as soon as he … Continue reading The Spitting Spiders of Borneo
Month: April 2014
Four Poems
Latenight Specters Barefoot man in the restaurant, his voice knows the names of all who pass him by. Older man than me, his way is not secure, but no one's ever is. Shoeless friend, to all but me knows more of life than I could ever hope to, not because he's lived it any better, … Continue reading Four Poems
Atlanta After Dark
Baker Street, November 24, 2013 Bank of America Tower, December 5, 2013 Ponce de Leon Avenue, December 9, 2013 Peachtree Center MARTA Station, December 12, 2013 Little Five Points, January 11, 2014
The Hero’s Passage
Darkness falls upon the streets. Another night in the cold, windy city. The hero's footsteps fill the air as silence, broken, falls into the shadows and waits with anxious claws ready to reclaim its prize. A distant whine, a railroad whistle, meets the hero's ear and brings on the intense feeling that he isn't alone. … Continue reading The Hero’s Passage
A Debt to Pay
Annabelle Collins wheeled herself out to the back porch of her home in Kirkwood, and watched as Paul Searcy continued his yard work. It had been nearly ten years since Searcy had become a part of her everyday existence and nearly twenty-five since he first entered her life. As she watched him work, she again … Continue reading A Debt to Pay
Big Fish, Little Fish
Through the streets you glide. Cool white teeth gleam as you prey on lonely pedestrians, never taking their offered tokens of Lincoln, Jackson or VISA. One quick knife click, razor sharp slash, then off to find the next. Each night, on the streets, you corner in an alleyway, some grey-haired man or woman or maybe … Continue reading Big Fish, Little Fish
Five Poems
Brain Cancer Who I am I do not know, for darkness lies a blanket in my mind, a shroud upon the window to my soul. My face unknown, my name not called and yet a sense of worth escapes me not. I am a man, unknown to time, existing only in my mind, and with … Continue reading Five Poems
Money, Money, Money
Ah, yes, it was the 90s and all anyone thought about was making money, not like these altruistic times we live in today. Once folks found the Internet, they saw it as a guaranteed way to gain cash, so they resorted to those time-honored money-making traditions, chain letters. Here's my take on some of the … Continue reading Money, Money, Money
Pardon me, I seem to have lost my pants
One might think that a naked man walking down Peachtree Street in the afternoon would be easy to spot, but Doyle Pendergast wasn't the typical naked man. He strode along with confidence, almost daring anyone to call him out. He made eye contact, greeted those who bothered to notice him with a boisterous, "Howdy!" If … Continue reading Pardon me, I seem to have lost my pants
The Old Mill
This is from a series of stories I wrote, involving a character from The Long-Timer Chronicles. Tangie Carson hoists the camera onto her right shoulder and peers through the viewfinder at the reporter, Megan Wilson, standing in front of the old mill. She's already taken several minutes of footage of the mill itself from different … Continue reading The Old Mill