In the mid 80’s I met a beautiful woman named Kath. We moved in together and we stayed together for about 3 years. She was a wonderful person. Slightly older than me but so open to life that I doubt anyone could not be drawn to her no matter of age. People flocked to her […]
THE CRAFTSMAN LOOK
I was working for a big time Malibu painting contractor in the mid eighties named John. A jolly likable man in his fifties. So on the Monday morning we all met at the warehouse where the trucks were parked over the weekend. Mondays were always a bit crazy.
I couldn’t write. It was pissing rain and cold cold cold. I loved it! It meant no people but probably no Horace either which saddened me a little. My hare friend and I had had many deep and totally meaningless conversations over the past 3 months. I liked Horace and we had a good time chatting. […]
Most nights I slept well but on this particular one I was having a problem. I constantly returned to Tim Robbins crawling through the legs of Raquel Welsh with his rock hammer in that movie, oh you know the one. Great actor, great movie, great legs . . . Raquel’s I mean, not Tim’s. The […]
Hare Today . . .
So once again I headed off in the early morning for my walk. “My meandering mile” as I liked to call it because it was never a straight line by intention. Up the lane from Paddy’s Puddle, a small lake, there was a tall hedgerow with a gate in the middle. Now, unknown to me at that […]
Short Story – Monday Morning
I was feeling pretty wretched that Monday. I was meeting Mike and Sleaze in Hinanos, a beach bar in Venice, California. It was 9 am as I parked my truck outside the pub. Walking from the brightness of the morning into the gloom of the bar was an achievement in itself. I sat at a […]
Short Story – The Diving Doves of Connemara
The Diving Doves of Connemara On my morning walks to the beach I passed a freshwater pond known locally as Paddy’s Puddle. Rumour has it that many many years before a farmer in these parts had blocked a stream in order to form a small drinking hole for his few sheep and cattle. Well, it […]