As I’ve acknowledged in previous blog posts, inspiration can arise from a variety of sources and produce a variety of results, as this week’s blog post illustrates. Though prompted by an actual incident and exposing a bit of truth, the remainder of this poem is fueled by me taking liberties with my writer’s imagination. In… Continue reading Cowboys Can’t Be Catholic
A recent incident prompted me to contemplate a thought that bounced around in my noggin once too often and inspired a rather introspective exposé. I had a lot of fun writing it. Hope you folks have fun with the piece, too. Enjoy. Thanks for stopping by. How’d That Happen? So, here I am––seventy years behind… Continue reading How’d That Happen?
Last week’s blog was the first half of a short story featuring Detective Ike Barney whose latest endeavor involved a cold case where the only lead was a witness who’d been dead for three-and-a-half years––and was Ike’s girlfriend, Arielle’s mother. Caught between his vow to resolve the case and pressure from his captain, Ike was… Continue reading Arielle’s Mom: Part II
Inspiration comes from all around us. Years ago, a news item on TV launched an idea within my writer’s mind for a new character, Homicide Detective Ike Barney. One story led to another and evolved into a short-story series. This week’s blog features one of those stories, which takes place in 2006. Because of its… Continue reading Arielle’s Mom
My apologies for neglecting last week’s blog post. Though a shower of excuses come to mind, I hate excuses. Instead, I’ll attempt to compensate for my error with this week’s post. My recent back injury and brief need to use a cane once more reminded me of an incident that occurred years ago while I… Continue reading THE TALE OF DANIEL McBAIN
This is a long one, folks. I initially composed this expose in 2002. The original version was later published in the United Disabilities Association magazine, Kaleidoscope. Although I changed many participants’ names, the events and coincidences portrayed are real. My intent in writing the piece was not to seek sympathy, but rather to illustrate what… Continue reading Epilepsy: 101
As promised, this week’s blog concludes the three-part story about how a 1946 Studebaker parcel van helped turn the summer of 1966 into one of the most memorable times of my life. Last week’s installment ended as my brother Gene and I had just picked up one of the van’s co-owners, Tom, and then drove… Continue reading The Summer of 1966: The Big Yellow Truck Part III