It was my first writing class. A local session near my home. The class met at 7:00 in the morning, and that’s where I started P-Town. Several years later I applied for admission to a creative writing workshop at the University of California, Berkeley. It was by invitation pursuant to the submission of a […]
Fey
The soft cafe lights illuminate the early morning mist of Paris as the sleek Mercedes limousine moves swiftly down Rue Saint-Dominique past the red awnings which depict a unique French cafe culture. Au Canon des Invilades, then left on Le Boulevard De La Tour-Maubourg past Le Centenaire and Le Recrutement. The iconic Haussmann apartment buildings […]
Beckwood
February, 1946 – Columbia, Tennessee It was on Monday morning, February 24, 1946, about 10:00 A.M., when Bernice Coleman and her 6 year old son Beckwood walked approximately 3 blocks from their home in the Negro community to the center of town. Bernice Coleman walked to the center of town everyday, except Sunday, to shop […]
Warren
A scene from “Position 6” Perry has left a package for Scott Coleman in the name of Beckwood. There is an awkward moment. The man extended his arm as a barrier in front of the woman, presumably his wife, who was walking next to him. She stopped as abruptly as he had. “Hey Maggie.”, he […]
Mona
It was the dumping ground for every idea without a time, and a portentous crash site for intellectual joy riders. Finding something there was like navigating through a strange city without a road map. Easy to get lost, but a good place to get laid. “Good morning, Sir” She was cute. Short blonde hair, petite Spring dress […]
P-Town
Things was friendly, then. By that time North and South, Democrats and Republicans, folks young and old where making peace with the civil rights, going on ten years. At first it seemed confusing and somethin’ risky. No one was sure how it worked. Like the Edsel. But, that piece of crap was gone. There was […]
Une Sparo
I sit motionless in the car. At work now. This is my job. The game I like the most. The game I have to play. I watch as the moonlight filters through the trees, casting an opaque haze over the neighbourhood which sleeps as silently as the residents. The steep roof lines of the Victorian […]
“Life Isn’t Fair”
They say life isn’t fair – But for those who don’t care – They are willing to share – With nothing to spare – I’m a cook without a book – A cuisine often nice – But never to dare – The same recipe twice – Gardens abound my simple chateau – Bestowing with hope they […]