Category Archives: Short Stories

A Drive Down Into Baja

As a final thought before heading out the door the next morning, I changed the message on my phone. If you want to know where I am, it’s down in Baja. Look for a trailer along the sea. It’s about 200 miles south of the border I climbed into my old red and white pickup and headed south in the early light. The traffic was not yet heavy at that hour. Just a few souls heading into Laurel Lagoon on their way to work. Half Read More +

An Afternoon At Sal’s Place

An excerpt from my novel in progress, Love In A Dying World Determined to do something good in this world before I left it, I called and arranged a meeting with Wickerman. When I arrived at his place an hour later, the storm had finally broken. A wonderfully jig saw puzzle sort of day was unfolding along the coast. “Right on,” Wickerman said when I explained about Benjamin and what his band of protestors had planned. Wickerman’s squinty eyes were sparkling. I never mentioned that Read More +

The Tribe-Chapter One

From a novel in progress…   One It had turned out to be one of those days along the far northern California coast—damp and dreary with a steady drizzle falling and a thick gray sky hugging down closely to the forested hills. If you have ever been up to that part of the country, you know what I mean. There are days when it rains in buckets and the air is scrubbed clean and it seems as if all that is defiled in this world Read More +

I’m Already in Bondage, Thank You

Excerpt one from my young chick novel in progress, When Men Become Civilized   My girlfriend Kate kept going on and on about that book. And now the movie too. She wanted to get a dungeon or something. “Kate, that is so stupid.” “Why? Brett’s into it. Everybody’s into it these days.” I screamed. “No, I’m not into it.” Kate shrugged. “So, what about you?! What do you want?!” “I’m just curious, okay?” Kate was glued to a rerun of 2 Broke Girls and getting Read More +

If Not Yet Civilized

Excerpt two from my young chick novel in progress, When Men Become Civilized   Unable to sleep, I propped myself up in bed with my I-pad and typed in a search.   How to get away with murder.   Well, maybe it would be best if I didn’t go down that road. No way to tell if someone was watching, but probably. I tried the phrase ‘empowering women’ instead and oddly enough, this quote by Gertrude Stein came up.   “If a man is not Read More +

Kate’s Hanging

Excerpt three from my young chick novel in progress, When Men Become Civilized All that next day, my brain was operating on a binary level, one moment reliving the previous night’s ecstasies, the next moment, searching around for a more advanced trainee. When Kirk, a guy over in design passed by my cubicle and smiled sweetly in a nonsexual way, my radar unexpectedly locked in on him. He certainly set off all the right bells: trim, introspective, reminiscent of President Kennedy sailing at Hyannis Port Read More +

Chapter One

Countless stars in the black void. That was all I could see. And so many of them, they were like the roe of God, shimmering in the womb of an infinite night. Lost in the wonder of it, I had completely forgotten my work until I heard Target’s voice crackle in the speaker of my spacesuit. “Argos-277 to Apollo! Argos-277 to Apollo! Is anybody up there fucking paying attention?” I looked down into the mine shaft where Target was working, unable to see him but Read More +

Mexican Prison Breakout

An excerpt from The Trip Into Milky Way… Stan circled around the base of the hill, positioned the chopper in line with the parking lot and began his ascent along the slope of the hill. Bart had the tear gas loaded. At the last second, Stan punched the throttle open full and we popped up like a balloon, looking at the main gate from across the parking lot. Bart got off two rounds of tear gas and hit both adjacent turrets with precision. The guards Read More +

Autumn Leaves

I pulled into the High & Dry alone that autumn evening. Words like brisk, harvest, red and gold and autumn leaves were dancing in my head. The Indian summer was finally behind us. Halloween and Jack o Lanterns were in the air. Bill the bartender nodded to me as I sat down. A cocktail napkin appeared on the bar top. “The usual,” I said. He went to work. Bill the bartender, I thought as he drew me a club soda. Bill had that look of Read More +

A Friday Night

I stepped into the High & Dry about six o’clock that Friday evening, wondering who had dreamed this up. The weekend escape. The cycle of the moon drawn and quartered into its four portions, with a couple of days left over to forget. The laughter and tinkling of glasses quickened my heart the minute I walked in through the door. The chimes of our species true destiny were calling up ahead. A doll, perhaps, or some old friends and a hi ho. Like Christmas, everywhere Read More +