Category: Fiction

Told Jericho so long ago that neither of us can recall when that I can always tear down the walls. Might take a while, maybe even a long while but they come down because when your best friend comes calling things happen. She once asked me if I would write the story in a place… Continue reading The Walls Came Tumbling Down

Been 90 days of the kind of work you only engage in if you think there is not just a good reason, but a great one. Had so much happening I am not sure if this is the most recent last post or if something elsewhere is. But I do know I went to that… Continue reading Just Love Me

Sometimes dreams are something else. Standing in a bar in a Texa steakhouse, got a good single malt in my hand and am talking with a couple of people. One writes something down on a cocktail napkin and says “the world works on a mix of science and magic. Our job is to remember to… Continue reading I Thought I Forgot

Started working on fiction tentatively titled The Crossroads Of Jericho… I can’t remember when Jericho wasn’t part of my life in one form or another though I know there is a definite mark in time we could point to. It feels like I could put on some soft and mystical music to set the tone… Continue reading The Crossroads Of Jericho