Dreamsphere II: ANGRY BLASTS FROM THE BEYOND

The world lit up with sudden flashes of blinding light, like angry blasts from the beyond. Big, fat raindrops erupted in torrents, pounding a savage, primordial beat that left the soul quaking and raw. She jerked up in bed, shaken, confused, and reached out to turn on the fan, but realized the power had gone…

The Messenger

A young woman is brutally gouged and slashed by Stigmata, the wounds of Christ. A phenomenon that is said to occur only in the deeply spiritual, deeply devout. But this young woman is the opposite of all that. She’s the ultimate “sex, drugs and rock and roll” girl, plus she says she’s an atheist. How…

The Death of a Year

I sit in front of the fire, sipping chamomile tea, seeking calm now that everyone has gone, and everything is done. That calm that I look forward to amidst the madness that signals the end of a year. The frenzied spending, eating, drinking, like life is about to end and there will be no more…

Dream sphere I: The Game Begins

  The child sprinted past the desert trees, gnarled and twisted by the wind, her tiny feet scattering the burnished sand and spraying showers of gold into the air. The scaly stripes of a rattle snake pulsed in the ground. Fuzzy balls of prairie creatures dove into the safety of their little caves. Lizards scurried…

Venice for Artists

Venice touches the artist in me. Not like Rome, which howls of the dark passions, the pain of persecutions, and the beauty and might of past civilizations, and which twists something deep and vast inside my soul that scares me but makes me want to go there over and over again. Venice affects me, thankfully,…

“A swirling nebula…”

Excerpt from my novel “Ink – Beneath the Stain” In the center of the stage, as if in a mirage, there was a figure curled up on the ground. As the audience watched, riveted, Spanish guitar wafted soulfully through the room, and the figure slowly uncoiled itself, like the frond of a fern, and came…