The Alligator and the Drone
One evening not long ago In Eastern Ukraine, a soldier hunches over her control panel and examines the dark image sliding across her screen. It’s evening. She can make out trees. A strip of road. A field pocked with fox holes and craters left from Howitzer shells and HIMARS blasts. A tank sits behind a ridge of earth, its turret […]
Out of the Blue: A Tale of Perseverance Part Two
When the world turns upside down in an instant, where do you go from there?
A Tale of Perseverance Part One
This past year has been full of bad and then worse news, and to balance this onslaught, I want to bring back a story of survival: a year after 9-11 in NYC. We survived that. We will make it through this. (Adapted from, vol 26 The OHIO STATE Alumni Magazine, September 2002) After “the Event” A […]
My Small Story
On the street, we walk, the survivors. Along side us are the workers of the fish market, in boots, jeans, t-shirts, aprons. I ask where the ferry is.
“Back in hell. Just turn around, and hang a left in the middle of hell.”
When that Feeling Something’s Wrong Keeps Growing
I had a breakthrough. But not until suffering through the terror I might have wasted the past two-plus years.
808,483, but Who’s Counting?
So, I stopped the blind stabs of opening files and hopeful keyword searches and used Scrivener to build an Index
Busy with Fun and Not Fun Stuff
Lots of potential here: the parallels between narcotic use and necromancy are interesting, the language is often Chandler-esque in a good way, and it delves into some interesting psychological territory.
“However….”
My Small Story
On the street, we walk, the survivors. Along side us are the workers of the fish market, in boots, jeans, t-shirts, aprons. I ask where the ferry is.
“Back in hell. Just turn around, and hang a left in the middle of hell.”
Too Early in the Morning for an Epiphany
Since that spill, I’ve borne a grudge against the sinister presence that created “right” ways. That enforced its rules whimsically, letting me do it my way much of the time. Tricking me other times. Sometimes even punishing me with a broken glass or painful scrape.