Novelist & Short Story Writer
When the sun goes down, my mind is a scary place… ...so baby when the lights go out, hold me until it fades… Barton Parish stared dreamily at the white ceiling, the lyrics from his wife’s song dancing through his mind. Brilliant rays of light spread through the small window of the room, glowing, bouncing... Continue Reading →
Memories become shifting, mercurial things over time, especially those overflowing with emotion. Beautiful recollections become brighter, elevated in our minds, while dark imaginings become increasingly volatile, unstable, like old sticks of dynamite, prone to ill-timed explosions. This is why it took me twenty years to return to the farmhouse. The abandoned house came into view,... Continue Reading →