Category Archives: Writing

He was found in a box down by the great river. The local neighborhood kids were playing by the river’s bank and noticed the cardboard box hidden in the reeds and mud. “Look over there!” one of the boys yelled … Continue reading →

Smoke hung low in the old bar. He knew that tumors were being born tonight. But he didn’t care.  He was there to play the Blues. He was the opening act. He strummed a couple of chords.  A few people stopped … Continue reading →

The headline screams “Stock Market drops another 521 points.” Cities in Great Britain smolder from the fires set by raging thugs.  France’s banks further exasperate the economic crisis in Europe.  The national jobless rate hovers at 9.1 percent. Mississippi’s is … Continue reading →

They measure four-inches tall.  They’re green and yellow with rough, leathery skin.  Their teeth look like sharpened cork.  In the middle of their faces are  big, bulbous noses. On each side are giant red, bloodshot eyes.  They can’t be seen … Continue reading →

His cheeks were chubby and his eyes deep blue.  I’d see a mirror-image of him strapped in his car seat, talking, laughing or fussing as we headed south down the highway. He had mother’s morning out. I had work.  We … Continue reading →