Jul 7, 2021Member-onlyThe Decline of Precious ThingsWhen Places Pass Away — I live in a small town in southeast Michigan. By midwestern standards, the town is ancient, being slightly more than two hundred years old. Our roots can be traced back to a lodging house built by our founder. The building began life as a stopover on the road from Toledo…Grief7 min read
Published in The Creative Cafe·Apr 15, 2021Member-onlyRoad SignsRoad Signs You ain’t never shut up, Davy! The words erupted in his mind when the morning alarm viciously and rudely tore him from sleep. They must have followed him out of dreaming, but he knew they were the remnants of a boyhood memory, when summers were longer, Coca-Cola colder…Fiction14 min read
Published in Writers’ Blokke·Dec 12, 2020Member-onlyLes Petites Fleurs: One Writer’s Ode to all his Story NotesI am a writer. In between the short stories, the essays, the random poem or two, I do brief writerly sketches or take notes on my ideas. …Writing8 min read