Archive 2000-2009
When could this have happened? Shattered glass covered the floor of the business, little diamonds sparkling on the concrete tile.…
My parents are both high school teachers. My dad taught a girl, Dawne, who married an Australian, Rick, and has…
The bus stop was made up of a single sign reading “City Bus Stop” and three cement blocks for benches.…
The threads are like barbed wire on my skin, course wool grating against my body, clawing at my flesh like…
I watch your car drive off the bridge from the riverbank. The dogs are barking from the fence and some…
Sydney is a great place to read a Dickens novel: it’s rainy right now all the time, and if it’s…
Thunder is rolling like rocks on gravel, and as I write this the first few drops have begun to fall…
Twenty people clung to the rope stretched over the bubbling volcano. “Shout!” said one. “Scream!” said another. But no one…
A crop-dusting plane sits in my living room talking to my arms. “I have a secret,” the plane whispers to…
Most people thought he was either stupid or crazy. They’d watch him for a few seconds, then shake their heads…
Standing up and beating himself he felt better. It never changed anything. A couple of times he had beaten himself…
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I’m sitting on a toilet at my office. My tongue tastes vaguely like a salt lick right now. I know…
Grinning I tear the wallpaper down. Flowers all over it. White flowers and red flowers pink flowers. I tear them…
My piano is out of tune. We’ve had it in our family for 50 years and I’ve never heard it…
He sat in the rocking chair, and it brought him comfort. A soda sat between his legs chilling his crotch…
Someone lit a match in his chest, right below his heart. His heart blistered where the flame touched it, but…
My fingers are sticky with syrup. I try frantically to collect the spilled liquid covering the floor, gathering it up…
Sumatra is the sixth largest island in the world, and anyone visiting it quickly realizes that they must often severely…
“Give me a brand name!” cried the shirt. It hung on a discount rack outside of a clothing store, drooping…
It’s been a long, hot day in Indonesia and I’m afraid I simply cannot write an interesting blog about the…
When a vehicle travels along the road white dust kicks up in swirls behind it leaving giant clouds in its…
The corn had been bad as it sat on the supermarket shelf — ready to be sold — but she…
This castle is described as Chateau des Dames, the ladies castle, because women have most influenced its design and destiny. Mini watercolor…
In the middle of his head hung his problem, his enormous dilemma, the way a comforter is a giant to…
Driving on a road.A black cat still looks alive(it’s almost breathing).
A worn out machine sat in a brown leather recliner watching a video discussing the future possibilities of human bionics.…
My family exposed me to so much music that other kids my age weren’t listening to. By the end of 5th…
I once saw an old movie reel in a trash can. The projector wasn’t there, just the reel which you’d…
And on to the omnipotent! A whistling fear flying past me, pushing the air around it so that it shuffles…
500 bakeries line the street north of my house. A doughnut. Fried bread. That’s all I wanted. The first one…
After 17 hours on airplanes I arrive in Melbourne on May 31, 2007. Two hours later I make it to…
Made by Hand made a short series of videos celebrating the art of doing things by hand. This is their…
I sat on a bench at the corner of Lincoln Street and Bailey looking at her from across the street.…
I have my first massage in Ubud. I’ve only had one other massage, in Texas, and I must say I…
In my last post I mentioned that I was having a “gently relaxing” time in the bush. That changes when…
I watched a giant thumb inch its way across my lawn. When it got to my house it went upright…
A woman I work with, let’s call her Sally, has a son who got a divorce. One day the ex-wife…
The trip to Berastagi is a bumpy, winding, vomit-smelling bus ride (children and old people puking out the windows behind…
I was in 6th grade I discovered the books of Piers Anthony in my school library. He wrote the popular…