Writings for Readings
I was approached by director Jacob McClure to write RALEIGH with interest and support from producer Charles Segars (National Treasure series). One day, I’ll join you the theater to watch it.
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Fiction: The Pounding
THE POUNDINGI saw the whole thing through the peephole in my motel room door. I’d noticed the two of them out by the pool. He was a dirty bird with his back to the late sun leaning over handlebars talking at her face. She held herself back, arms crossed and…
Life Moments #12: Parents, They Die
I was at a bar when both my parents died.
The first was some dump in The Mission, and when my phone buzzed in my pocket, I knew. I’d just arrived from my dad’s bedside in Sacramento. On my way out the door, I told him, “Hey I’m taking this.…
Life Moments #11: The Beauty of the True
Looking at this Polaroid picture of a Paris metro sign, I remember many things. The walk that morning a few years back. The stairs just a few feet away that led to the subway and the subsequent long trip north. Many things. What I like the most about it is…
Editorial: Can Space Aliens Save the World?
(Originally published at Post Carbon Institute back when LiLo was still a thing.)
“The world is firmly established, it cannot be moved.” Psalm 96:10
Some years ago, I strapped on a parachute and jumped out of a plane. I can’t say that I’m a thrill seeker or that the event…
Fiction: Old Beginnings (Alone in the Gravel)
OLD BEGINNINGS #2: Maybe posting stalled projects will inspire me to finish ’em. This one is a short that was intended to be something more. Here’s the beginning of this one…ALONE IN THE GRAVEL
She is building up heat, blankets pinned tightly beneath elbows and toes. She feels that it…
Fiction: Old Beginnings (Juan Corona)
OLD BEGINNINGS: This is an unedited first draft intros of writing projects that stalled. Maybe it’ll inspire me to finish. This is a semi-autobiographical piece called “Fighting Son”. The intro is actually true to my life, but the rest was to split and wind a different path.
MicroFiction: Apples & Pears
(this is one of a series of microfiction stories inspired by polaroids I’ve taken.)
My name is Graciela Rojas. I am nineteen years old. For nearly six months I have been working at the Farragut Family Farms fruit processing plant. We specialize in Pink Lady apples and Bartlett pears, but…
The Buck Chronicles: Fucked We Up
It’s always so fascinating and beautiful to get a true view of our parents’ personal struggles. This was written by my father around 1980, meaning he was pushing 60. He had only just left us to go and find his true life, explore his sexuality and place in the world…
The Buck Chronicles: The Self-Hate that Hate Made
The ‘Buck Chronicles’ are about my father, Raymond “Buck” Sorum. It’s always so fascinating and beautiful to get a true view of the demons, battles and victories our parents dealt with. This journal entry shows Buck’s struggles with his faith, homosexuality and alcoholism. To live in a society that makes…