His arms were covered in veins of World War One trenches. The contours stuck out like a frame captured by a British spotter, showing the primary trench, maintenance trenches, and all the supporting features. His skin was tanned and almost leathery. Not leathery, but almost. His biceps were small only because he himself was aContinueContinue reading “Cursory Glance: The Diner – Nonfiction”
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Walking Home to Georgia II – Fiction
A small cabin slightly off the path caught Jim’s eye. It was the first human structure Jim had seen in a while. Ten foot long and perhaps the same in width. The front door was hardly able to be properly latched if there had been a latch to begin with. Jim stopped on the path.ContinueContinue reading “Walking Home to Georgia II – Fiction”
Cursory Glance: Christy’s Cafe – Nonfiction
Most cafes have bells, sound systems, or other noise to announce the movement of a door. Christy’s Cafe relies on the whoosh of hot hair as the big glass door opens. At 11:45am, the time for breakfast is over and it’s not quite time for fancy alcoholic beverages. Except for bachelorette parties, but they haven’tContinueContinue reading “Cursory Glance: Christy’s Cafe – Nonfiction”
Cursory Glance – Nonfiction
We encounter thousands of other people in our lives. Some we come to know, others only for a brief moment. It’s nearly impossible to know how many people we meet on average. But Google says around 50,000. I did a quick calculation of 365 x 75. 27,375. That’s one person every day for 75 years.ContinueContinue reading “Cursory Glance – Nonfiction”
Character Building
Another post inspired by Will: How is life different from the high school years? I graduated high school in 2012. It’s 2024. That makes 12 years. There was an “attempt” at a high school reunion two years ago at Old Orchard Beach of all places. From what I saw on the Class Facebook group, fourContinueContinue reading “Character Building”
Smoke Gets in Your Eyes
The acrid scent of cigarettes used to make me wrinkle my nose in disgust. But as I traveled through Europe, my feelings towards the smell began to change. In Paris, Rome, and Amsterdam, I still found it repulsive. But by the time I reached London and Ireland, I felt a strange temptation to try itContinueContinue reading “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes”
Feelings and Memories
I traveled Europe for three months with a backpack and a duffle bag. I carried a week and a half of clothes, my laptop, assorted chargers, phone, passport, and toiletries. The only things I collected were tickets, brochures, and receipts. My brother recently joined as a paid subscriber. I told him I had been ponderingContinueContinue reading “Feelings and Memories”
Home and Work
Childhood I find myself back home at 30, nestled in the house where I spent my childhood years. The familiarity of these surroundings offers both comfort and disorientation. While I am grateful for the sanctuary my childhood home provides, I am also aware of the urge to move forward and establish my own independent lifeContinueContinue reading “Home and Work”
Relatable Scenes: Breakfast Diner – Nonfiction
The booth is velvet red but not nearly as lovely in texture. Matching stools line the bar, where a waitress stands. She’s dressed in jeans and a polka dot shirt. She complains about something to a patron, who emphatically agrees. They both laugh. An old man is in the far corner; he’s probably got quiteContinueContinue reading “Relatable Scenes: Breakfast Diner – Nonfiction”
Update: 12/30/22
It appears I have yet, once again, not blogged consistently. How many times have I promised myself I’d be semi-consistent? Last post….in April. Well, it’s not like I haven’t been writing or working. In fact, I’ve shot two short films this year. Actually, between August and November. While my film business has slowed down forContinueContinue reading “Update: 12/30/22”