The Misty Hills Do you ever wonder why there are fewer bugs on your windshield when you go for a drive these days? There is a reason. I tried to write this morning. Got up at five, long before the rest of the family, but nothing came out. That’s okay. I continued to plot up […]
Writing in the Hills
I know, I said I wasn’t going to post much, but what I meant was, no new fiction for a while. That doesn’t mean I’m not writing. So far this week, I’ve completed the following 3,000 word stories: -the junky kids who decide that the revolution will be streamed -the journalist telling the story of […]
Be Still
Be Still There’s a consequential election coming in the United States, between divergent sides of what seems to be a moral divide. There’s a pandemic nipping at our butts. And I believe in climate change, but that’s funny, because I don’t believe in air travel or microwaves or water treatment – they just are. So […]
Saad Steps Out
Saad fixes televisions. His 12-year-old hands know how to use a screwdriver. In the kitchen, he pours himself apple juice. A gun battle erupts on the screen when he turns it on, but there are noises in the hallway too. “Filot! Filot!” screams Saad’s father, running outside. Voices rise, and doors slam. Saad cannot go beyond the apartment, for there […]
Morning Sky
I have nothing useful to say or present, and it will be a while before I post fiction on here. Taking a break to write! Weird as that sounds. But I do have a morning sky shot to post. Air is still. Heat is coming. A sunflower just dropped a seed on my foot. A […]
Wish Me Well: Vacation Writing
Time Out It’s vacation time. Vacation writing time, possibly. This basically means I’m going to go from spending lots of time in one place to… lots of time in another. A few more days of work before I can make it happen, but it’s going to be a wild ride till I’m done. This will […]
Jak Grows Wings
“I would like to buy some wings. Some wings to plug into my side, feathers if you like, to grow out my hide.” The shopkeeper’s eyes glowed red until Jak stepped back, back until he was at the door. Outside, the city glowed, red as well, and sirens glared as butterflies flipped through the […]
Rigorous Literary Magazine
Rigorous Literary Magazine is “A journal by black, indigenous and people of color,” that can be found here. I’m honoured that Rigorous published my story ‘I Am Black‘. It’s a story about race. Simply, it’s a story about race, but there is nothing simple about this topic. Why Am I in Rigorous? To the point, […]