The cook smiles at an entering guest, taking short orders all the while. Two policemen sit, enjoying their coffee, dismissing thoughts of outside crimes. A young man orders a burger to go. He'll soon hitch a ride to another town. I sit back and watch as the rain outside makes rings in tiny pools of … Continue reading In a Restaurant
Month: May 2014
Bickering Plummet, An Introduction
Bickering Plummet, Inc. is a vast, multinational corporation based in Atlanta. Its business touches nearly every sector of the economy, manufacturing, distribution, consulting, and government contracting, and it has major offices on nearly every continent. William Wordsworth Bickering, founder of Bickering Textiles, the parent of Bickering Plummet, was born 29 November 1840 in Springfield, Ohio. … Continue reading Bickering Plummet, An Introduction
Photos from Around Atlanta and Decatur
The Girl in the Well
When she grew up she could not be in cramped places, like her mother's walk-in closet, or the space between her aunt's house and the garage. Sometimes, in a theater, in that moment of darkness before the movie flickered on, she'd feel her throat tighten, and sweat begin on her forehead, and she'd think back … Continue reading The Girl in the Well
Oscar Wilde
I can't recall exactly when I first discovered Oscar Wilde's preface to The Picture of Dorian Gray, but I cannot think of a single piece of writing that's had more of an impact on my development as a writer. I have yet to find a more concise set of principles on art in general, and … Continue reading Oscar Wilde
Night Terrors
Abby could not remember when or why, but at some point, she learned to dread the night, the darkness and stillness which seemed to envelope her when the sun slipped from the sky. Equally so, she dreaded the inevitable times when she could no longer fight the urge to close her eyes and drop off … Continue reading Night Terrors
If
If I am just an actor And all the world's a stage Should I be content to know The lines upon the page? And if I'm just an animal Held within a cage Would I be shot down if I Someday break out in rage? Would the world just stop and stare If I weren't … Continue reading If
No Room for Heroes
No beach to play on Since you are gone No field to run in I'm all alone No holding hands While the movie is on No room for heroes Now that we're grown No land of make believe No Mouseketeers No Sesame lyrics To plague our ears No snow at Christmas Santa has gone No … Continue reading No Room for Heroes
Flowers
Usually between March and October, I like to get out to Stone Mountain and take long walks as often as possible, usually early Saturday and Sunday morning. The scenery is gorgeous and ever-changing, with the Dogwoods blooming in March and April to the Yellow Daisies in September. There's always something neat to photograph. Here's some … Continue reading Flowers
Prisoner
Helpless, I feel out of luck, for now my friends have gone away and took with them the only key. My only hope quick passed me by an hour past and now I stand and beckon for release. Outside my walls I see passers-by, pedestrians in a world of freedom, bystanders, petitioners, but no one … Continue reading Prisoner