A Collection of Prose and Photography
The earth lurches and I’m thrown off-kilter., myself bewildered. A once stationary plain — a testament to tedium and manifest boredom — presently rolls beneath my feet, carrying me to I know not where. I care little at the time, for such is life — the sundry quakes, innocuous shakes that hardly break the status... Continue Reading →
Red rock sunrise, four eyes open, blink in perfect sync, drink in the mountain view from hotel room. Five minute ride — crosstown glide — and we’re staring, standing at the base. Was that a smile I saw on your face? I thought you just needed to get away. A mile high, few hundred feet more,... Continue Reading →
Hell ain’t some supernatural fire pit, a preacher once told me, where dancing nasties with pitchfork tails and razor nails taunt drowning souls in a magma swimming hole. No, he said, hell, for the dead, is the absence of God and his love and his light. And on this Carolina highway I might well and... Continue Reading →
Splayed across the swing she lays, in a pose that supposes deep contemplation — eyes shut tight against the sun, jaw slack, serpentine back, feet dangling, right wrist angled beneath the chin — a thin nod to to Rodin. Behind lids clenched, upon blank red canvas, (save errant phosphenes), her theater convenes. Whimsical thrills on... Continue Reading →
His blotchy red face shakes, jowls quake with laughter and I’m chasing after the point of the story, the source of the humor. In a half stupor I sit before empty beer glass as this pompous ass regales with dreadful tales from the day and I’m in no way in a state of mind for... Continue Reading →
Every morning ‘neath warming Dixie sky, upon his porch does the King of Rutledge hold his court in plaid and gray. Two felines pay homage at his feet, (last night’s pan of ham and greens licked clean), as squirrels leave home by fascia hole — a hurried zig-zag scurry toward yawning oak. Commence the civic... Continue Reading →
Another day, another dollar wasted on soulless estates — grand staircases, marble fireplaces, triple-pane, bocote framed windows remote-controlled, and I shudder. Oh brother, home theater, dishwasher does laundry and also cooks dinner. Automation saturation — domestic overstimulation. No, not for me; not a house that talks at me, but a home that speaks to me,... Continue Reading →
The verdict was in: I was found guilty as sin by a jury of one. Withholding of love the charge, though by and large I would disagree. I made my plea, but facing ten years of compiled evidence, deaf ears, and deference the trial was over before I’d known it’d begun. Oh sure there were tears, (like... Continue Reading →
It‘s our last night away when the fog lolls in off the bay, and with it comes a drizzle – the first rumor of rain since we had arrived some five days before. The last stop on our tour of the coast, trying to make the most; and here we are, side bar, corner of... Continue Reading →
Towering clouds peak on the horizon, while all eyes on the screen flickering red, yellow, green. The air sucked out of the room, mouths mute, agape. The red ticker tape flashing warnings, and oh what a morning, the mourning begun for those already passed, the world aghast, and we’re waiting in the path of calamity,... Continue Reading →
B David Larson 