“Hello,” I said. “I bet you weren’t expecting to find me here.” I wasn’t. Continue reading morning coffee // What I Saw at the Bottom
How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?
If you look back, you’ll see that Morning Coffee started as a fifteen-minute warm-up. Thanks to you, it’s grown into a popular little fiction series. (And seriously, thanks.) I won’t lie: it’s been a challenge keeping everything straight. But it’s worth it; when my readers appreciate my work as much as you do, it behooves me to pay meticulous attention to it. So here’s a little look at me, the man behind the curtain. Continue reading we interrupt this program // 9.2.17
My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.
That window is oppressive. Continue reading morning coffee // The Light in the Window
It’s raining outside, I think. I can’t tell. Continue reading morning coffee // The Window
Howdy folks. Writer here, stepping away from behind the curtain.