Category: Creative writing

  • Read more: Gutter Ball

            It was summertime in New Orleans, and the night was opaque with a steamy-stench that lingered in the nostrils. They were two strangers waiting for the Carrollton Avenue bus, gray beads of sweat crawling like ants…

  • Read more: Adjusting Real Life

    When loud words form on angry lips, a child’s face prunes-up in temper tantrum mode, or the 10:00 news reports (repeats!) humankind’s brutal and apathetic disregard— I mute the world. You see, Hearing aids allow one to create or modify…

  • Read more: Richards in Ice

    I learned something interesting today while doing research for a writing gig. 1) In Reykjavik, Iceland there is a Phallological Museum that proudly exhibits over two hundred eighty penises and penile parts that once belonged to Icelandic mammals. And get…