Habits and Contemplation

Much like Pavlov ringing a bell, I am preconditioned to lick my fingers whenever my dog poops.  An odd association, I know, but the sides of plastic bags stick one to another, making it impossible to open efficiently with one hand. I lick to create adhesion.  Wet fingers create friction between my skin and the…

The Strawberry Incident

The strawberry bled through my fingers to the white counter-top below.  I sliced again and again, heedless of its pathetic protests.  The violence will continue.  Every splotchy gross part will be removed from each and every berry.  The stainless steel knife transfers my frustration into the flesh of the fruit. Overripe strawberries.  Five pounds.  Nobody…

Unanswered Question

Unanswered Question Intermission started in the multi-purpose room of the High school.  The student production had paused, giving me twenty minutes or so until the next act.  I admired the edifice around me made possible through public education.  The smell of old milk flooded my brain with memories of gummy french-fries served with inedible “hamburgers”…

Nature Walk in the City

“Here’s a good one,” I say.  I turn the screen so my wife can see a picture of a wooden bridge going over a river in a meadow.  I look out the window at the full sun, and can almost taste the smogless wind.  It’s been too long. She and I hurry through our afternoon…

Playground Defender

Rebekah and I stood in the playground arguing.  Usually we got along fine, but today she wouldn’t see reason.  She didn’t want to kill tanbark monsters, and there was no convincing her otherwise.  I scowled and looked at the baseball diamond.  Dad was at bat with his straight billed baseball cap worn too high.  A…

An Excerpt from my Book

Chapter 14 Alina watched the moon through the window.  The image warped around a crack, but shown white and clear against the black night sky.  Her breath formed wispy fog that wafted in the silent light, drifting into nothingness as it disappeared into the silent air around her.  Her mind drifted to her one true…