You said ‘God is cruel’ the way a person who’s lived his whole life in Tahiti might say ‘Snow is cold’. You knew, but you didn’t understand.” Stephen King, Desperation Days such as this exact pressure on a writer. There is pressure to write something poignant and profound, something […]
2:33 am, Saturday morning, and I couldn’t sleep. This happens to me sometimes for mysterious reasons, but tonight was no mystery. I was in pain. It started out as a nuisance pain in my stomach–bad enough to keep me awake, but not severe enough to worry me. […]
It happens in this way – that one day, you come to realize your hand is rested casually upon the burner of a hot stove, and it’s difficult to determine which tipped you off first – the pain, or the noisome aroma of burning flesh. Life is like […]
The following is a work of fiction. I only once saw Frankie emotionally shaken, and it didn’t alter my respect for him; in fact, it reinforced it. We got to talking about a friend of his he’d lost during the war. The guy’s name was Joe Stern, a […]
The following is a work of fiction It was long after the media had stopped glamorizing the daily numbers of wounded or killed in action that my dad suffered the injury that changed his world and mine. He was mentioned briefly in the news, but only on the […]
After nearly three months of bite-sized reading, I finally finished Gerald May’s excellent work, Addiction and Grace. This book is among the best I’ve read on describing the human condition and why we behave the way we do. It took a great deal of time to work my […]
I’ve been fighting for time to write this blog for about a week now, ever since an unofficial challenge was proposed by my friend Rabid Mongoose. He and I were in a discussion on the concept of human desire and the ways that it more often than not […]
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