writer ★ creator ★ believer in the Universe

OF INTEREST

Sewing Machine on the Table
ON THE FOLD
THE BOOKSHELF
THE CEDAR GROVE CHRONICLES
AMPLIFY THE NOISE

  • Barfly: Chapter Six

      The throbbing in my head beat in a double time rhythm with my heart.  I groaned and rolled over, throwing my arms across the bed and hitting flesh.  The throbbing and my heart stopped.  I slowly opened my eyes and saw…

    keep reading

  • Life…Drunken…

    I’m sitting on the beach…BONDI BEACH… @ 938 pm… I think the girls and I have had our 1st unofficial fight which wasnt even a fight. Weird I know Also forgive the spelling…I just did 2 back to back shots which were…

    keep reading

  • Somewhere Over an Ocean

    Time: 3:45 am SYD 12.15 | 8:45 am LA 12.14 Altitude: 33999 ft 1st pardon typos. 2nd pardon any mispellings. I’m on a plane with 5 1/2 hours of flight time left, but by the time this posts it will be after…

    keep reading

  • Barfly: Chapter Five

    Pizza e Vino was a cozy, candlelit restaurant that was nestled in between two towering skyscrapers.  If I closed my eyes, the scent billowing from it would have made me think I was in Italy.  I fell in love with the restaurant…

    keep reading

  • Barfly: Chapter Four

      I woke in sea of lust and desire.  Luckily, I didn’t wake up with a hangover.  I think the giddiness from meeting Stellan had knocked out any alcohol from affecting me.  I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and didn’t…

    keep reading

  • CLT to ATL

    Landed in ATL Statement of the day/hour/moment…”I gotta pee.” We got thru security but all of our ETAs had problems. Suzanne & Heather @ check in mine at the boarding gate. But we all passed security and we are all on board…

    keep reading

  • The Time is Now

    In a few short hours, I’ll be on plane heading to the far side of the world. I’m still worried I don’t have enough money, but as Jimmy Buffett sings…“breathe in, breathe out, move on…according to my watch the time is now…”…

    keep reading

  • Barfly: Chapter Three

      I sat with Roman in my cozy corner of the bar.  It was his night off and instead of staying away from the place he worked ten plus hours a day, he was drinking the night away with vodka martinis and…

    keep reading

  • Barfly: Chapter Two

    I rolled over with a stretch and a yawn.  I hated mornings yet I woke up like clockwork at the exact same time.  I could have passed out drunk at seven a.m. and by eight-thirty, I’m awake.  If I’m hung over, I…

    keep reading

  • 48 Hours

    Holy. Shit. Balls.  We leave in less than 48 hours.  Yes, on Tuesday at 5PM, Shelia, Suzanne and I will be on a jet plane, heading to Australia.  I am almost completely packed.  My mind is going a 1000 miles a minute…

    keep reading