Jack began to think the wound was superficial because there was no pain. Sure, there was pain when the knife went in, sharp and cold, but now there was nothing. He was numb. Sleep. That was all that was needed, sleep. Just a little rest and everything would be okay… Jack opened his eyes, blinking
A Guest Post from David HicksMy father is long gone, having died in January 2007, and at first he seemed to hang around—at the foot of my bed, threatening to twist my toe to wake me up; across from me at my desk, telling me I might be working too hard; or in my dreams,
A long time ago, way back in college, I had an apartment two blocks off Height Street in San Francisco. It was a nondescript thing just a box on the third floor where the “rooms” were defined by how you placed the furniture. But I had a TV and a stereo with large speakers and
“Would you look at that, that’s nice isn’t it?” My Mom (circa 1976 when seeing LOVE for the first time) In Center City, Philadelphia on the intersection of 15th Street and JFK Boulevard sits a sculpture that has become an iconic symbol of the city. The sculpture is 6’ high, 6’ wide, and 4’
I’m not sure if this is going to work. Or if it will make any sense let alone be entertaining to read. I guess you can call this an experiment. I am going to write about some recent events in my life unplanned, just off the cuff and see where it leads. And I’ll be
I sat for a long time at the bar. I tried to chat with Stephen, it was too busy. I wandered to the buffet table then through the main dining room, my eye caught the front door and I made my way toward it. I felt a tug at my sleeve as a slid past
Once, a long time ago, I told you I would love you forever. I never intended to lie to you. I am back in San Francisco, the place where we once lived together. It has been … what now? 15 years? Or is it 20? I don’t remember things the way that I should. I
A Guest Post from David Hicks When I was about to launch my book tour a few years ago, I was nervous about reading in public—I tend to mumble, and have never been a good storyteller—so I thought it might be a good idea for me to practice. So my wife very kindly organized
This image is made up of two things I really enjoy: Space stuff and psychedelic art. And not since the final section of 2001: A Space Odyssey has the two been blended so well together! In all seriousness, this is pretty clever. Some groovy artist/graphic designer/free-spirit individual not tied down by the restraints placed on
Welcome everyone to this thing that I do… On this episode I’ll be telling a story of loss and sadness. One of melancholy nostalgia with just a twinge of regret - in other words the standard, normal stuff that I write. The story I read this time is one from a series called The Impermanence of Objects.
