Angels And Demons

“Alright kids,” their grandfather said. “Gather ‘round. Time for a bedtime story.” The children came running and plopped themselves down at the old man’s feet. Grandpa’s stories were the best. “Not too long now,” their mom said. “It’s getting late.” “Aww mom,” the kids cried. Grandpa smiled at them and winked. They all smiled back.…

The Tarot Card Mystery part Three

Here you are folks, part three! Dull pain from his right shoulder to his hips caused Sam to wake and with his eyes still closed he sensed light coming through the office window. When the Jamaican girl shifted beneath his left arm he realized why he was in pain. Two people sleeping on a cot…

The Tarot Card Mystery episode Two

Sam drove to the harbor. There were a few ships docked there and plenty of dark warehouses with alleys between them. He left his car in an unlit area and walked toward the docks. He wore his Kevlar vest under his shirt and had changed into rubber soled shoes which wouldn’t make any noise on…

The Tarot

In my last post I mentioned that I was learning to read tarot cards. The older I get the more I want to do and learn new things. My spiritual side seems to be awakening more all the time and maybe that is in response to the current political farce we find ourselves in these…

Sam Barton Mystery

As I get older I find myself interested in things I’ve never considered before. I’ve decided to learn tarot reading. I’ve started to do some studying and found some fascinating things. A lot of people believe tarot is just fortune telling but I’ve found different. Each of the cards in the deck have meaning for…

Autumn Storm

Rolling thunder long and low, rattles the glass pane in the old front door. Tattered shingles run free with rain as wind plays at their corners, attempting to set them free. Lightning casts stark shadows throughout the old dark house. A rap at the back door and she shuffles with her light to reveal a…

The Case Of The Missing Pipe part Five

Okay folks, this is the last episode of “The Case Of The Missing Pipe.” This was first published last year on the “Pipesmagazine” website. Enjoy! The Case Of The Missing Pipe Part Five “Hey Cap’n, we got a live one here!” Police captain James Richards had responded to a ‘shots fired’ call at the Gialone…

The Artist

Guiding the vibrating machine with practiced fingers, the steel tip, darting in and out like a venomous fang. The colors are delivered, blended and shaded into a work of art on a living canvas. Talking and laughing while she works, in her zone she creates dreams on skin.

On Turning Sixty

I’ve never given much thought to birthdays, but as I turned sixty on Wednesday, I feel compelled to write about it. Birthdays, like the calendar and the clock, are man made measurements of time. I’ve never felt that time, specifically the measurement of it, was all that important. Except maybe when you’re wondering what time…

One Missed Breath

The ethereal beauty of pink tinged clouds, of mist over silver water, of the silence of still air, of golden sunlight, seen through trees, induces for one breath holding moment a deep longing for lives I’ve never lived, loves I’ve never held, grief I’ve never known.

Roadside Art In The Rain

Trickles of rain water run from pavement to pea gravel, gravity pulling them, no will of their own, to find the soil that holds the roadside flowers. Clear drops cling to petals and leaves, gently falling to mingle for a moment with their wet cousins from the road and then become one, soaking the ground.…

The Case Of The Missing Pipe part Four

Here is part four of my continuing story, The Case Of The Missing Pipe. First published on pipesmagazine.com Once inside the house, Sam told Mary not to turn on the lights. He produced a flashlight from inside his coat. Along with this he carried his revolver in the shoulder holster and his 45 in a…

Thoughts

A casual glance, a comment, a smile, a casual reply. Thoughts, like tiny ants running. She looks at him coolly over the rim of her coffee cup. He could be an Olympic athlete, make pretty babies. What? Where did that come from? She’s attractive, he thinks. He wonders what kind of music she likes. Would…

Carnival Of The Mind

Losing himself to the madness of his uncontrolled mind, he fell headlong. And in those dark recesses the demons came midnight blue to red in tooth and claw, as it was once said. They set up shop, selling their wares in his pre frontal cortex, the best and worst carnival ride ever. The panting, drooling…

Waiting

Blue haired, big bosomed old ladies in their knee high hose driving thirty in a fifty five heading to church, sleepy eyed fisherman in pickup trucks heading for the public access, a farmer with a giant round hay bale stuffed into the back of his truck heading to his cows and one, solitary white swan…