Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
(Originally published as Bewitchery) We kids always called it The Last House in Town, but really it was just outside of town limits. With its old red brick covered in summer's ivy, its hot tin roof for the cats, and its perimeter fence of spear-topped wrought iron, it looked suitably forbidding. Especially at dusk on... Continue Reading →
(This is a complete story that was once presented in serial form ) ~ ONE WAY TO MARS ~ We started a joke… In June of 2067, the world finally ran out of 12-year-old Scotch. It was also the 100th anniversary of Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. This had many people wondering why we... Continue Reading →
My story "When I wished upon a star" has been published by Gestalt Media in their short story anthology entitled "Best of 2020".
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 bewilderment. Through the attrition of years, most of its first thirteen souls had gone to grass, their bones and plasma powdered and cast into the... Continue Reading →
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 wife, a good job that he liked, and, with it all, a beautiful little daughter growing up fast. A bit too fast. Young, impressionable, sullied... Continue Reading →
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 steps of cracked concrete, she turned her bent key to the apartment lobby. Still dripping, she heard the same old squeal of her very own... Continue Reading →
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 called. When its owner passed, his wife wanted me to have it, so we made a deal and it is mine now. Its shingles are... Continue Reading →
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 be done, but the first thing was to get that stuck window open. Brother John was dispatched to the hardware for a crowbar. Their old... Continue Reading →
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 should by no means go unheralded. He built himself up to be a legend in his own mind. "I am Legend", he said, having heard... Continue Reading →
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 shakes of secret colours, 'til unboxed. The coffee, the tea, the hot chocolate. The joy. The laughter. The promise, in that snowy October. First came... Continue Reading →
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