Too Late

Tomorrow I will call it a relapse, but tonight I want to write about meeting her again in a bar in the old part of Denver, the part where the sidewalks aren’t cement but red flagstone worn smooth by thousands of footsteps and millions of raindrops, raindrops that might have been falling out of a… Continue reading Too Late

BOGO book deal!

Review Noon in Florida and get The Little Ones 100% free What’s the deal?  Buy a copy of Noon in Florida, leave a review on Amazon, and I’ll email you a free copy of my second book, The Little Ones, in EPUB or PDF. Why? I’m trying to get 50 reviews for Noon in Florida. Word on the street is… Continue reading BOGO book deal!

Small Town Rain

I was standing on the street corner outside the Crossroads Bar looking at the road signs when a man walked up to me and introduced himself as Dundee Ragland. When we got done shaking hands, I looked back to the road signs. One said CR 19 and the other CR 54, and I could believe that,… Continue reading Small Town Rain

Seven Years Gone

Max thought I was never coming back. Everybody else did, too, but Max is the only one who told me to my face. The rest of ‘em, I read it in their eyes. Max and I were smoking cigarettes on his front step after band practice when he told me. Our band wasn’t going anywhere… Continue reading Seven Years Gone

Edges of Words

You can fall off the edge of a word the same way you fall off the edge of the world. When you’re not looking. Or by slipping. But there’s no need to worry. Falling off the world’s like falling off a horse. All you gotta do is climb back on. You might want to lay… Continue reading Edges of Words

Caribou Transmitters & Hummingbird Math

“Benny? That you?” “Nobody else at my house this time of the morning, Walter.”  “You’re not gonna believe this.” “Then wake me up and tell me?” “I’ve got fifteen hummingbirds outside my window.” “So?” “Well, they’re either smoking or holding tiny pieces of chalk in their beaks and scribbling all over the rock we just… Continue reading Caribou Transmitters & Hummingbird Math

Ellie’s Orange Roses

Ellie’s orange roses rest in a cracked blue vase on the table by the kitchen window. The sun shines through the window, making the vase glow, and the sea breeze brings the scent of the roses across the room to where Ellie sits in Gram’s rocker, sipping samovar tea and looking out to sea. She… Continue reading Ellie’s Orange Roses

Langley

Langley “Let’s try a puzzle.” Langley’s counselor tipped a box. Brightly colored pieces flooded the tabletop. Langley smoked. Puzzle pieces had smooth edges and joined up. Not lifelike. Not like Langley’s life, anyway. But. His counselor looked so hopeful. So earnest. Langley dropped his butt into the stale coffee at the bottom of his Styrofoam… Continue reading Langley

Russian Rest

The banging wouldn’t stop. Ronson Begay opened his eyes and squinted. Once he made sense of the image on the other side of the reinforced glass, Ronson realized he was looking at a university cop tapping on the window of the hypobaric chamber with his nightstick. The cop stopped tapping when he saw Ronson was… Continue reading Russian Rest

Uncle Grand’s Wheat Field

Bryn was taking her first sip of coffee when she saw it. She blinked twice then snatched the binoculars she kept for birding to make sure: a four-poster bed, complete with red velvet curtains and elaborate molding had appeared in Old Man Kemmerer’s field. Keeping out of other people’s business was one thing, but Bryn… Continue reading Uncle Grand’s Wheat Field