Category Archives: Dreaming on Paper

Bare walls give me the creeps. I’m always distressed and frankly a bit amazed especially in the homes of well-off people, homes equipped with the best appliances, expensive furniture, and two-hundred dollar faucets, when people either have nothing at all … Continue reading →

As we pulled up the driveway there he was, an old man with white hair sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch of his Vermont farmhouse, reading the newspaper. I was with my friend Oliver. We’d been invited … Continue reading →

She must have gotten on in Springfield while I slept. I awoke to find her sitting there next to me, wearing a zippered down coat and looking, as far as I could see, much too pretty to have landed there … Continue reading →

It’s been months now since my last entry here. I’ve been two-timing you, giving my attention to another blog, this one called “Your First Page.” There, I invite authors to submit (anonymously) up to the first 350 words of a … Continue reading →