Mythology
Here comes the walking alligator handbag. Down from the veranda, across coarse sand, lounge chair wedged under her arm. Floral beach bag slung across her shoulder. Rumored to have been…
Unspoken
I'm not much of a letter writer. I never feel I have the time to sit and write when it's quicker to pick up the phone and call someone. But,…
Ode to October
This year's assemblage of creature features October! October! Glorious month that you are. Cooler than July with its sandals and sweat. More refined than May with its midges and mud.…
Compound
The first in a series of Commentary based on our continuing attempts to navigate life on the planet that is rural Ireland. The new gate sweeps up to an…
Liquid Silver
When I was younger, I would write very long stories. I learned by doing this. I also had a 'wordy head' connected to lots of thoughts. Now, I want simplicity.…
Just Like Charlton Heston
A note from me, the author. This is another story from 'So Long Polyester'. The first one I posted was 'Love, Like Stew'. The works contained in this collection are…
What Is Forgotten
He tried to take her life. Not her living body life; the breath, skin and bones. He needed these intact. It was more life as she lived…
Attitude Is Everything
Someone at the Midsummer Gathering muttered 'breeder' as they passed my stand. Another ambled by and said 'bratgetter'. I was sitting on a metal chair in front of my…
Empty Space To Fill
The blocked writer's notebook lays open before him. He has read, been told, been warned there is no such thing as a blocked writer. This is a myth. 'Your block…
Float
She called me Bah-Bah. Everyone else in the family had normal names. Joe. Lily. Ernie. The most exotic, Edith. When I was old enough to understand that…