Winter

The weather as it hits the landscape is an unfinished pencil sketch, faint and muted with smudges of cold brushing across the canvas of my skin. It is early morning, but still too light for color. Everything is gray- burnished silvers and fresh charcoals show themselves before the sun’s ascent dulls and chars the view, [...]

The Great American Novel

It has been duly noted over the centuries that the Great American Novel has yet to be written. But I, even though admittedly innocent when it comes to literary pursuits, must beg to differ. But considering that the average critic knows nothing of a certain Harry T. Belfunk, it is a charge most understandable.
For, you [...]

Breakdown

Hey, hand me that thing over there.
What thing? A young girl beside him looked around in earnest, her flowered dress twirling in the breeze.
That one. Arthur stood up and pointed at a small screwdriver before diving again beneath the hood of the vehicle.  In a few moments, he felt cold slick metal in the [...]

Scars

The sun hung in the sky like a life-threatening blood clot, menacing and deep red. The warm waters of the Mediterranean rolled out beneath it in complementing shades of orange and yellow. In the distance the last remaining evidence of land was slowly retreating behind the horizon. The only sound was that of the waves [...]