FINALIST – “The Best Small Fictions 2015″ – The Garden Sky – Queen’s Ferry Press
Which ‘Book’ Exactly?
A ‘drowning’ book. From Shakespeare. Sort of. I’ve always been intrigued with contrasts, with opposites, the yin-yang, the duality of so many phenomena that propel the universe. And language. Growing up, Pop made admission to nightly television a writing exercise. He would hand out notepads and pencils to us kids assembled in front of the set. For each show we watched, we had to summarize the story in our own words. I found it rather rote, so I quickly began to improvise alternate endings, new characters, and dialogue.
No, this didn’t charge me with some deep appreciation for writing, or composition, or the beauty of the language, or the majesty of metaphor or irony, as much as the value of ripping off Hollywood writers’ plotlines.
Sometime around then, I was sent home early from school for the act of presenting an essay which apparently resounded sufficiently among my classmates and teacher that the principal was summoned to our homeroom, right at that moment. Again, I read aloud, from what I don’t remember, other than the subject was ‘responsibility’. The class stared at me, dumbstruck, then the applause and yelps of glee rang out. The principal wrote a note to my parents and sent me packing with my composition. My first half-day off. With pay(!)
Meanwhile, at home, I got to read the same piece again to the singular audience of my mother. At the conclusion of which she hugged me, broke a small glass piggy bank and handed me the proceeds, and followed all with a fat, fresh slice of double-chocolate layer cake from the fridge and a cold glass of milk. I should have held out for a smartphone. I watched the joy in her face as I ate my reward, counting my coins on the table-top, not at all inspired by the power of the proper arrangement of the written word on fellow human beings, and mothers, as much as the importance of North American Serial Rights, a lesson that would serve me years later as I mined the very lucrative resale market for stuff that I wrote.
My writing and photographic experience came from the earlier work I did for Popular Science, Popular Mechanics, and Better Homes & Gardens. More recently, my fiction, non-fiction, photography and graphics have appeared in these publications:
♦ Apeiron Review
♦ Arcadia Magazine
♦ Cactus Heart
♦ Chicago Literati
♦ Crack the Spine
♦ Dark Matter Journal
♦ eFiction India
♦ Far Enough East
♦ Foliate Oak
♦ Gambling the Aisle
♦ Jersey Devil Press
♦ Loco Magazine
♦ Mud Season Review
♦ Necessary Fiction
♦ Olivetree Review
♦ Petrichor Review
♦ Prick of the Spindle
♦ Thought Catalog
♦ Up the Staircase
♦ Utter Magazine
♦ Vine Leaves
New Work Coming Next To: Crack the Spine, Dirty Chai, Mojave River Press, Prairie Schooner
Writing – Fiction & Not
Are Genetically Modified Organisms safe? For breakfast? To share a basketball court with? Music by Paul Simon.
White folk were dying. Word came from Charleston to stop ringing bells at funerals lest the panic spread wider.
Hope springs eternal, though buried deep.
We all know about the Roomba; here are versions you may not be familiar with.
Snails have been on the menu for a while now. Like 30,000 years. We know because Paleo was there.
A chance encounter on a bike path.
I’m not a graphics artist, more a graphics designer. Maybe just a stylist. Whatever. During years of web design, I developed these passable skills out of the necessity of completing projects on time and on budget, and not have to wait on the schedules of other talent. But I do like illustrating my writing with visuals that will enhance the experience for the reader, that are the narrative as much as the words and photos. Uh, huh!