Slipping, slipping backwards sliding into a place where no one can go nothing touches you everything touches you walk, climb crawl out up towards fresh air light and love. KEHN via ? — chatterfromthepoolcabin
Author Archives: WriterPaints
A Song for Lysl
Prologue: I wrote this goofy story a while ago. This past Sunday, I decided to read a version of it at the Napa Valley Writers’ Open Mic. On Monday, 8-year old Brooklyn asked me what story I read. I paraphrased the tale for her. She listened attentively and laughed in all the right places. Then she asked …
No Means Everything, Part 4
Last few sentences of Part 3: One late summer afternoon, Alan was getting ready for work. He started yet another argument with Iris, yelling at her, fussing and fighting over some bill or another. It was money that usually set him off. This time was different, though. This time, he hauled off and shoved …
Writer Paints 