MEANINGLESS

Image: CartoonStock It was a startling discovery that rocked his fundamental beliefs. For ten years he attended this cafe where the coffee's supreme, particularly with a sticky bun, his secret vice. He came for the poetry, of course, but when he realised they spoke a language he didn't understand, it was meaningless.  

Howdunnit?

Cut and dried, they said, a slam dunk: two bodies, two weapons; a knife and a gun, two victims. Who brings a knife to a gunfight? you want to ask. Fingerprints on the knife and gun create complications, though. The knife wielder has no gunshot wounds, the shooter was shot.

Trumpet’s Triumph, Part I, a Dickensian tale

Part 1 of The Rise & Fall of Donald Trumpet Esq. Picture credit: nymag.com After posting a story yesterday,,  reblogged from The Literary Hub, about the origins of some of those names so beloved of Victorian English writer, Charles Dickens, it occurred to me that Donald Trump would've made an ideal Dickensian moniker. So I…Read more Trumpet’s Triumph, Part I, a Dickensian tale

The Ending -Daily Post prompt

 COMMENTS, not just welcome, INVITED. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/carry/ Failure is a hard and unforgiving mistress. But failure was what he did best. It was the only thing he was good at, you might say. Failure was his cross to carry. No-one would have thanked you for saying it but the truth was a close relative of failure…Read more The Ending -Daily Post prompt

Words of Mouth

Postcard from a Pigeon

It’s two years since I published TITO’S DEAD, my first novel. I didn’t know what to expect and yes, if I had it all to do again, I’d do it different. The good thing I can draw from its relatively dismal sales is, it’s still out there to be discovered.

Blogger Napoleon Nalcot https://ashegrowsup.wordpress.com/) reminded me of this when he sent me this wonderful comment, having read this post, Words of Mouth, which I wrote about two years ago. Anyway, Napoleon’s simple message told me everything about why I write. This is what he wrote, I guess Tito’s not dead. Because he lives in every word of the story you’re telling. I’m very grateful, Napoleon, for those words. I write because I want people to read.

So, here it is, unexpurgated. If you enjoy my writing, believe me, you’ll enjoy Tito’s Dead, where you can buy it for a…

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I’m Sorry

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/apology/ 50 word story He woke up, aggrieved. There's no other word for it. Well, outraged might fit or discombobulated, now that might be better. Especially since, he found no cause for grievance, or anger, either. Pride, then, was the cause, and all he had to do was say, I'm sorry.

Thoughts on Steinbeck and writing

Lately I keep stumbling over a John Steinbeck quote. The first time I saw it, I liked it. He said: Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them and pretty soon you have a dozen. It’s taken from the opening of an interview he did with Robert van Gelder…Read more Thoughts on Steinbeck and writing