
Joe’s Diner
You know a Joe. Lots of us do. My Joe, well, he’s got it bad. Back in the day, my Joe was kinda livin’ the Dream. With a nice young … Continue Reading Joe’s Diner
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
You know a Joe. Lots of us do. My Joe, well, he’s got it bad. Back in the day, my Joe was kinda livin’ the Dream. With a nice young … Continue Reading Joe’s Diner
Karla had just turned 42, three nights after Christmas. At a brisk pace, she hurried back home from the corner store in the cold dark dribbling rain. Up the six … Continue Reading Melrose 3- five oh eight eight
There’s a small cabin in the pines by a secluded lake in north Ontario. I had rented it for two weeks every summer for twelve years. The Belvedere it is … Continue Reading When I wished upon a star
When they went to clean out the dead man’s room, one could see their noses wrinkle from the smell of his cigar years. There was sweeping and wall washing to … Continue Reading Memento
Ahhh..I am so tired. But, a story I will tell you, for your little ones. Harvey, of rabbit fame, thought himself a rakish Jack of Knaves. Such a suave countenance … Continue Reading Harvey and the flying machine
Darlene and Dave, they had a love. On grandfathered land, they built a house of modesty, high under the evergreens. Neighbours flocked to raise the roof. Each brought shingles, cedar … Continue Reading Sequestered
Just today, 55 years after the crash, Stuart’s face has appeared to me once more in a dream. I don’t know why I remember this, especially now, in my 69th year, … Continue Reading Steel and glass
It wasn’t that long ago that he turned fifteen. We sat on the cold concrete of his front porch, watching the iffy clouds discuss a storm. I always sat downwind … Continue Reading Tommy, can you hear me?
The airs about Cain still wavered some, and would have vexed an ordinary seeker. The four crones who abided there had never seen an intruder during their lifetimes, and, coming … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (fin)
She ran once more to the bed chamber where her mother lay sleep talking. “I may be a fortnight” she said to Henna. “May you be blessed in what you … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (7)
“Those at Cain have hexed me” said Merylyn to her child. They were in their bed chamber, and Elfeena was helping her mother with her dressing gown. “Mother, why do … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (6)
Merylyn and Elfeena became used to the customs and people of Gryndal, and helped as they could with the coven’s work. Some few of the women were slower to accept … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (5)
Gran Gryndal was not to be denied at her coven. Nonetheless, she had gone ahead to prepare them for the shock of the peculiar visitors, and to caution them sternly … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (4)
Gran of Gryndal Coven had been expecting them. In a carved-out clearing she had waited since mid morning. Peeping through fronds and foliage, one would have seen her resting on … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (3)
As was said, those of Cain Coven differed greatly from common men and women. Now the girl Elfeena, born of a Coven witch, might have elicited fear or revulsion if seen … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (2)
Down a choked and muddy stream, through dense thickets, warrens, and vine curtains, lay the charmed coven of Cain. None knew it, as it was bound with a spell of … Continue Reading The folding of Cain coven (1)