My Cowboy
Fiction / January 8, 2018

My Cowboy A cowboy walks before me. Is that Jake? He looks like Jake. What kind of car is he driving? The same walk. Why do cowboys wear skin-tight jeans? His cowboy shirt loose not tight and stretched on his toned frame. He used to favor dark colors, now wearing a light blue shirt. His short, blond hair? Should it be gray by now? It seems like the last twenty years have not changed him. What kind of woman would put up with him? Does he beat her up, or does he respect her because she is a woman? Read more

My Father Cringes When He Sees Kyle Hold My Hand
Fiction / October 8, 2017

My Father Cringes When He Sees Kyle Hold My Hand Barefoot I stand over the edge of the pool. Water swells beneath waiting for my soul. I look ahead. My father cringes when he sees Kyle hold my hand. What is my father doing here? He places his hands in a circle around his mouth and screams. I’m sure he’s calling my name. “Jake.” I can’t hear him through the cacophony of the crowd. He runs towards me. Click for more

30 Days of Passion
Fiction / May 7, 2016

Thirty Days of Passion I light my fifth cigarette of the morning and smoke into the cool February air.  Taking a sip of my coffee I greet the apartment worker below my balcony as he picks up cigarette butts. “Sorry about that. I told him not to.” I wink at the cute Mexican guy. “You’re new?” Click here for more

Fiction / March 18, 2016

Radiology Franklin sits on the table in the examination room. “I’m Dr. Rontgen.” Dr. Rontgen stood up and fixed his stethoscope on Franklin to hear his heartbeat. “What seems to be the problem?” “I think I’m having a heart attack.” “What makes you say that?” “My chest hurts, my arm goes numb, I can’t breathe and I can’t move. I almost had a car accident driving here.” Click here for more

Fortnight on a Flower Bed
Fiction / May 16, 2015

Fortnight on a Flower Bed I ran through the garden searching for my man, me Jose. Who was taken from me without someone asking me first if I would agree to his absence? I had just found him among the cacti, weeds, and the brown grass of the desert. And I ran fast towards him. A voice yelled, “Stop!” I froze on my steps and fell to the grass. Read more

The Knock
Fiction / February 16, 2013

The Knock Finally. I’m home. It’s been a long day and all I want is to get some rest. Order some Chinese food, I don’t feel like eating Mexican leftovers. Drink some Merlot to help me relax. Watch a rented movie. I hear a knock on the door. Man! Let me get my coat off and my shoes before you knock on my door. Read more

Writer's Block
Fiction / August 8, 2012

Writer’s Block Nigel Seagull sat at his desk. His old typewriter sat silent underneath his trembling fingers. He had not typed a word in three weeks. Nigel a reliable writer, always finished his books before their deadline. Now he had writer’s block. He did not know how to start novel number ten in the series. Read more

The Regret
Fiction / August 4, 2012

The Regret Aroon sat up from the love nest of soft leaves. “Dugan, do you feel any regret over the changes we made?” He covered his shoulders with his hands, feeling a cold shiver shoot across his naked back. “I do feel regret.” Dugan closed the distance to warm Aroon with his own body. “We should have known better than to make these changes.” “Is it because we are men and are limited to what we can do?” “No, it’s not that. Even as a man, I still love you.” Read more

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