Archives: February 2015

Überhaus Diary: Las Vegas Airport

In June of 1999 I was traveling back to Portland after visiting my father in Tucson with my three-year-old daughter in tow. We missed a connection and wound up in the Las Vegas Airport. It was my first time in that city, and in the late hour the airport was almost empty An island of garish casino machines

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Where Them Trains Go? Friday Fictioneers

Time for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. It’s a cool exercise in flash fiction. You take the picture below and write a hundred words about it. It makes a great palette cleanser for the bloated writing brain. Click the frog link at the end to read the others. I’ve seen some really good examples lately.   “Pard? You

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Überhaus Diary: At the Train Station

This is a shorter vignette, almost a poem. It dates from October, 1999. The rainy city poised on the brink of a new millennium, floodlit cranes in sharp relief against the blooms of gray mist. The world was full of possibilities for a man just past thirty, full of longing. This little piece brims with some

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Friday Fictioneers: The Exxon Hall of Minerals

Here’s another one of these flash fiction pieces.  The details are here if you’re interested. A hundred words based on this picture. “They’re wrong for each other.” This comment was no surprise. She’d been building up to it all during the drive, pulling apart her old friendship the way a bored cat will with a dead

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Friday Fictioneers: Except Now It’s Raining

Time now for  Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Fiction in 100 words.  if you want to do it, click the link and follow the instructions. My story follows the photo. It’s autobiographical. When I left the bar it started to rain hard. On a whim, I offered to buy a woman’s umbrella.

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Überhaus Diary: Monster Mart

One of the benefits of city living is that you generally don’t need a car–f you are willing to make certain compromises.  Cargo carrying is one of them. Groceries, laundry and other bulky errands require ingenuity and planning. Groceries especially, since laundry can be put off ad infinitum. I grew up in the supermarket era.

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Repost: Fifty Million Shades of Shit

From Grapnel Press February 13, 2015 Fifty Million Shades of Shit by Bastarr Sonovavich, under New Books, Rants     So far I haven’t felt the need to chime in on the whole nasty, nasty business of Fifty Shades and a first-time novelist making more than a hundred million dollars. I mean, hell, that stuff happens.

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Procrastination Part 2

So, where were we? Ah yes. Procrastination. Seventh grade was chock full of all kinds of nasty shocks for hippie-school me. Doolen Junior High was, i realize now, a pilot program for young inmates who just hadn’t committed any felonies yet. There were guys in the 8th grade who were bused in from South Tucson

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Repost: Two Dogs I Saw

This is from a blog I randomly discovered. Not a lot of entries, but some really funny and tragic writing all around. Check it out and if you like it, let the poor guy know. From Double Dick Move!   Two Dogs I Saw I was coming home from my job at the Denny’s at

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Überhaus Diary: The Stripper Story

  Full disclosure: the first bar I ever drank in was a strip club, Daddy Jack’s Blue Note in Tucson, Arizona. I was fifteen. My sister had been dancing there since she was sixteen and had a huge circle of friends among the dancers and clientele. I sat on a banquette amidst ten or so topless young

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