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Episode #53 Hey everyone guess what? I’m still here. And I’m back! I think. It’s been a few years now since I’ve published anything here, which for those of you who know me can probably understand. But for those who don’t, here is something of a recap and an update for what I’m hoping to resume ...

Individual short story exercise.  Peering through the sliding, wobbling sheets of spring creek current he could just make out the torpedo shaped fish and it was the largest trout he had ever seen. It swung heavy in the current like a river of its own, sulking in the minty shade of an olive tree ...

It was like tea bleeding in hot water. A blend of fragrances that rolled uphill in a slow, thermal simmer. The peppermint-butter aroma of bitter brush blooms, silken spice of sage and vanilla honey of mountain mahogany. The warm dog-foot smell of campfire juniper, and purified starkness of mocha ...

Out on the open highway his journey found its tempo, its rhythm, its pulse. Every day on a bike has its own feel, and today a natural feeling sense of urgency had him riding fast. Carrying speed into corners and leaning steep with the bike as it swung through turns steady as a pendulum swings. P ...

A bumblebee bounced around.  Miles below him the line of dust continued crossing the valley, sending its flags into the air like smoke signals of forgotten interpretation.  It was headed south and gaining ground fast. At the tip of this spear-shaped cloud of airborne earth, whatever was ripping ...

With a quarter turn of his right wrist the motor churned out a flurry of crisp-sounding notes that broke skyward like mallards from the angled titanium exhaust. 

"As he woke his back stiffened. He tilted his head slightly and with a weathered hand pushed the woven-palm cast shadow upward- pouring the freshness of daylight into his eyes. Grasshopper wings rattled all around like strings of firecrackers hitting or missing every first or third fuse.  He bl ...

Daddy daycare has really put a squeeze on my time to write, and thus what I write has really been squeezed. So I'm trying to see if I can continue to produce content that's shorter in duration. I begin this short story effort with my take on what riding a motorcycle feels like, and the sense of ...

As my kiddo and I gazed at the slab of largemouth bass flexing along the handle of my net, he asked “Dad, is that fish bigger than me?” I could swear I heard an echo making its way back… of my own voice asking that same question 40 years ago. For images that accompany this piece, visit the Fis ...