“Love Wins, Winston” (Part 2 of 2)

Life FIVE:      Mr. Goldaus had three sons.  One afternoon he sent them out to the backyard with lunch so he could have some peace and quiet.  As the boys were chatting about narwhals, they simultaneously realized someone was staring at them from above.     ...

The Guitarist

Image by Pexels from Pixabay After a month of having my name on an undesired nominated list, which I was dying to remove myself from the paper of adversity, I ultimately stood in the darkness behind a stage, bracing for an announcement, sweating from a nagging worry...

A Touch of Red (Part 1)

                                                      There was a touch of red in the young hatchling’s tail feathers; and the shocking news of it spread rapidly throughout the land.      “It’s not genetically possible!” cried Doctor Heelamy, baffled at the sight....

Odd Sounds.

I rolled over; my throat burned with the sting of vomit.  “God damn.” I said out loud throwing up in a small bucket next to my couch.  I put my hand on my forehead.  “Burning up.” I said to no one, but myself. I live alone in my small Manhattan apartment; no wife, no...

“Love Wins, Winston” (Part 1)

        It was that time of Spring again when the robins resume roaming the front yard of St. Clarence Church.  Winston sat on the steps watching them intently.  The joyful birds were a pleasant distraction from his gloomy mood.  He had attempted to sneak into the...

Autumn Leaves.

I sat outside on my front porch waiting, for what? I still don’t know. Something tells me I never will. I recall that the world felt both warm, yet malevolent as the sky turned a blood red, and the sun faded into darkness. The touch of night kissed my skin with cool...