This essay was for a contest (with a strict word limit) that the Hardwick Gazette in Vermont ran in 2016. The winner would get the newspaper and the old building it lived in. Things in my life were changing but not fast enough, and I never sent it in. The contest was canceled due to…
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Thursday Night Sessions
This CD is the result of a lot of driving in the car, teary sessions in the papasan, introspection from the hammock, insomnia attacks, and ongoing observations of the world around me. This compilation has been growing for about a year, although the music spans decades. The songs represent fear, loneliness, and anger, as well…
The Change
An Homage to Kafka, Jurassic Park, and M*A*S*H Below the brilliant red-orange cliffs of iron-rich volcanic rock in the Utah desert, a renowned paleontologist, suspended by a harness in the mouth of an old mineshaft, draws his brush over the tiny point of fossilized bone sticking out of the wall. Oily sweat beads on his…
A Christmas Story
My Exegesis of the Holiday Frenzy So there’s this rich guy. He wears a suit, barks out orders to many underlings, and takes home the equivalent of a small country’s gross national product in pay and stock options—which he will dump at the merest whisper of trouble and allow his underlings to absorb the crash—but…
Backup
As she hunkered down under the dusty workbench, Officer Gillian Snow heard the far-off footsteps of a man who was coming to kill her. In what seemed like hours but in fact was less than 15 minutes ago, she had emptied the magazine of her department-issue Beretta 9mm at an attacker who had ambushed her…
Summer of Pride
He traced the curve of her shoulder lightly with his finger, wanting but unable to wake her. Her arms, like the rest of her, were long and graceful. Her hands curled under her chin in a vulnerable supplication to the sleep gods. He mused at the number of people who underestimated the strength of her…
Protected: Rising Waters
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