Newtown, CT
Impossible to find anything funny to write this weekend. Simply broken-hearted about the children and teachers at Sandy Hook Elementary. This is every parents worse nightmare and I’ve spent the … Continue reading Newtown, CT
Impossible to find anything funny to write this weekend. Simply broken-hearted about the children and teachers at Sandy Hook Elementary. This is every parents worse nightmare and I’ve spent the … Continue reading Newtown, CT
‘twas the weekend after thanksgiving, and all through the malls people lined up for hours to see ol’ Santa Claus. Well, not really Santa, just some guy from the bar … Continue reading A Black Friday Poem
I turn 44 this week, and aside from the wonderful alliteration of the age, I had found little to celebrate as I continue this ongoing trudge through middle-age. Then that … Continue reading Fat and Forty-Four
I believe that the separation of church and state is sacrosanct, and our government cannot tell one how to worship. But I believe that separation cuts both ways, and one’s … Continue reading What I Believe
November 1, 2012 More and more islanders joined the fray, the debate continued and, if possible, grew even more shrill. The champions exchanged massive blows and the crowd cheered and … Continue reading From the Journals of Elmo Von Knippenberger part 3
October 29 The two sides have created champions, golem like entities built out of the parts of the most valued items from of each camp. The more homogenized Icans have … Continue reading From the Journal of Elmo Von Knippenberg – part 2
I was poking around my basement the other day and found a crate full of weird stuff (an old brooch with a zombie curse attached, a hurricane lamp that generates … Continue reading From the Journals of Elmo Von Knippenberger
I wrote my first story about thirty-five years ago. “James Knipp’s Pencil” was a raucous tale about a young man losing his virginity, with the Pencil being a not-so-subtle metaphor … Continue reading Why I Write
This is an old story I dug up and edited. I’ve had mixed reactions from various readers, some of whom couldn’t figure out what was going on. What do you … Continue reading New Flash Fiction – Enos
I am not a vegetarian. Really the only thing keeping me from hunting and tearing into the flesh of small furry animals myself is I’m too fat and lazy, and … Continue reading Six Annoying Questions Vegetarians Always Hear
The Windowman sat in front of the computer, the wafer of RAM gripped lightly in his hand as he peered into the guts of this infernal device that had become … Continue reading The Adventures of the Windowman
“Miss McCready?” Poole pulled his shirt cuffs from underneath his suit coat, smoothed them against his wrists. His voice was light and almost musical. “Look, I – “ “Where’s the … Continue reading Advice for New Writers – Dialogue