They go through my head in a flash of color like a summer’s bolt of lightening. And they last about as long. In that span exists minutes, hours, days, months, years. Lifespans. Names and places. Streets and cornfields. Hurricanes and … Continue reading
I was hoping to put up more short stories. Some need revisions before I’m willing to put them out there on the internets. However, I’ve still working on revisions to my novel. I find that every time I think I’m … Continue reading
1985. UCLA. Sophomore year. I fell into the swell of anti-apartheid protests that engulfed the campus that year and began to live the life of the “activist student.” My mother made a suggestion.
“You should start writing a journal.”