Scribbles

Scribble, May 16, 2017

I toured the Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum and left thinking Poe hit his head a lot and this caused melancholia and stress. Seriously, if a guy standing 5’10” fails to avoid the door head, and then hits his own head, I must surmise The Raven came out of this constant impact on Poe’s noggin. And let’s not forget the stairs; narrower, and narrower, they squeezed as I climbed close enough to hear my heartbeat.…

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Conversations

The Eternal Price of Liberty

A Conversation (Among Strangers on a Bus) Voice One: “He shared secrets with the Russians!” Voice Two: “Maybe he was trying to be frank.” Voice One: “Or he’s a traitor in bed with Putin!” *** Voice Three: “Over there is a statue of Lafayette.” Voice Four: “He believed in the cause of liberty.” *** Voice Two: “Radical factions ordered his arrest.” Voice One: “If I’m considered a radical, so be it. They should arrest Trump!”…

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Poetry

Arms Outstretched in the Dark

I stand in the darkness Outstretched arms seeking a name Of one person who served a cause Proud in service. Each believed in the mighty nation Pressed into liberation of people oppressed Under a threat of ominous winds along the Ho Chi Mihn. A boy my son’s age; he knows a lot, so he thinks. This truth learned before death; Warriors serve their masters even when they change their minds. I’m looking for a relevant pawn in an irrelevant war.…

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On Writing

A Worthy Foe

I see my protagonist in The Farmer’s Cop pretty clearly. He’s a former sheriff who recently lost the family ranch due to bad investments. He’s a pariah with his siblings; they really don’t like him. He moves from rural California to Los Angles; a sheep missing his wool. He is trying to fit into a hip culture, and well, he will never be mistaken for hip. But he’s trying. My protagonist is very smart and…

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Conversations

A Conversation – Don’t Count on My Suicide After Your Murder

“Police are finding a lot of bodies lately.” “Plenty of murder-suicides stacking up.” “It says here he called 9-1-1 before the suicide.” “Wanted police to find her body.” “Murder is one thing, but suicide will send you to hell. He just should have murdered her.” “Just so you know, if I murder you I’m not going to kill myself.” “So no suicide pact?” “If I murder you, it’s because you needed it.” “You’ll feel no remorse?” “Wandering…

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My Craft

He Speaks in Moonlight – Part Two

Jerry pulled his clothes, the sleeping bag, and Fredrico’s suitcase out from under the dumpster. One of the girls took the case. They all walked in silence as Charlie led them into the other side of the alley. “What have you got in here,”  one of the girls carrying his horn case asked. “That’s Fredrico. ” She didn’t understand. Jerry stopped and took the suitcase from her. He opened it up in his arms. “Why it’s just a…

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My Craft My Favorites

He Speaks in Moonlight – Part One

The driver pretended he was talking on the phone. Jerry tried to let it go even though he felt anger bubbling up. Panhandling dipped into his well of hate giving him a squirrel stomach like his father’s glare. His earnest eyes met ears and bald spots as the drivers sat in their cars pretending to play with the radio – or do other things – to avoid talking to him. The constant rejection provoked anger, shame, regret,…

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My Craft Scribbles

Scribble, May 1, 2017

Another rejection arrived in the email. Of course, writing is not something I jumped into because it would make me rich and famous. Well, perhaps famous. But I never had the idea my writing would generate an income. I write because I feel like it. *** A Conversation “I saw these buildings as more pumpkin-like.” “They are orange.” “Yes, but they are square. You called it the pumpkin patch.” “Well, yeah.” “I saw buildings a bit…

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