there are times this would be one when i seek nothing more than oblivion no answers to pressing questions no solace from sympathetic lovers merely the vast emptiness to drift on nothingness there are times i've had my share when pain has been my only companion stiletto-like fingers piercing white hot agony … Continue reading Just In Time
The Beach House by R.G. Ryan
The inescapable fact of the mater is that the deeper I get into my current conundrum the more I love the taste of alcohol. Clear liquor, brown liquor, it don’t matter much to me. I love it all. Time was when I believed it loved me back. I know better now. Oh, yes, I most … Continue reading The Beach House by R.G. Ryan
Post-Vox Resurrection
There once was a blogging platform called Vox. Us Voxers had a tight little nurturing and encouraging community. Over time friendships transcended the "cyber" category evolving into deep relationships for some. I mean people actually met each other face-to-face! Can you even imagine such a thing! But then the parent company decided Vox was no … Continue reading Post-Vox Resurrection
The Living Years
The floor was sticky. How the fact had managed to escape his attention until now was a mystery. Of course when one was on their hands and knees’ rooting around for one’s dropped eyeglasses the condition of the flooring tended to become disgustingly evident. “Retirement Living,” the gaudy sign had trumpeted on the day he’d … Continue reading The Living Years
On The Beach
On The Beach By R.G. Ryan The wind whipped at her hair as she stood gazing out to sea, far past the blue horizon. Not a violent wind. Not like some that had visited her island paradise lately. This wind was more playful than anything, tossing her hair to and fro much in the same way … Continue reading On The Beach
Gunny
He’s there every day. Heck, I even see him in the afternoons and evenings; always with a different group of people; always with a few recent creations tucked under his arm. I won’t tell you his name, because I know he treasures anonymity. He was a Gunnery Sergeant in the Marine Corps; so, I’ll just … Continue reading Gunny
The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Shrieks
(Originally published in Snapshots At St. Arbuck's Vol 3)Honesty compels me to confess that rowdy children in a small, enclosed space like St. Arbuck’s is not one of my favorite things.Actually, now that I think about it, unruly kids are off-putting regardless of the environment.And don’t get me started on the topic of inattentive, permissive … Continue reading The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Shrieks
One Morning In Santa Cruz
(Originally published in Snapshots At St. Arbuck's Vol 2) We sat there on the patio of St. Arbuck's at the Pacific Garden Mall in downtown Santa Cruz, California, enjoying a blissful fall morning that was low on stress and high on relaxation. We typically find our way to Santa Cruz sometime in early October. It's … Continue reading One Morning In Santa Cruz
Snapshots At St. Arbuck’s Volume 2
Available from Dream Chasers Media Group AND Amazon.com Sample Chapter Life Goes On They stood there in the middle of St. Arbuck's—a woman of sixty-plus years and a young boy of ten or eleven—holding their drinks and scanning the area for available seating. Sad eyes in broken-down faces...a reflection of stone cold heartache if I've … Continue reading Snapshots At St. Arbuck’s Volume 2
Window On The World
I am frequently asked about the process of coming up with the stories filling the pages of my Snapshots At St. Arbuck’s book series. And since I have not the barest scrap of creativity at present I figured this might be a good time to address the question. I will attempt with all due diligence … Continue reading Window On The World
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