Mosque

Build it. Seriously. Build it here. Build it on Park Place. Raise the structures two blocks from the site of the old twin towers.

It stands for tolerance, and an undying desire to communicate. Honestly.

For those that lost children, husbands, brothers, wives, nieces, nephews, uncles, fathers, mothers, friends, neighbors—I love, respect, and admire your strength. It makes me strong. I could not imagine losing my son. I would probably kill myself, or spend the rest of my life thinking of reasons why I shouldn’t.

The Mosque being built did not kill your loved ones. Continue reading Mosque

Glimmer Train

Dear Writer,

Thank you so much for participating in our May 2010 Short Story Award for New Writers—we really enjoyed your story!

Although it did not quite make the top-25 list, it did make it a long way through the judging process and was in the top 5% of over a thousand entries, earning you Honorable Mention, which you should note on your cover letter as you send this story back out into the world. Here’s a link to a pdf* of the Honorable Mention list that you can post on your blog, etc., as you like. (And you can log in and click on My Submissions to see your finalist status there.)

Again, thank you for letting us read your work—it is a pleasure!

Best regards,
Linda

Linda Swanson-Davies
Co-editor

Blood Vermington

This is something I wrote back on February 3rd 2005.

“Well, Blood Vermington. Seems you’ve botched up another, haven’t you? The Slovaks are crawling down my neck. The Hungarians, breathing down my back. And the Poles would like to know why two of their best operatives were found glued to the Trinity Bell in Town Square, naked. Now I will not swallow the tarny for you this time. The King and Queen want answers and they want them yesterday. This is on your head, Blood! Continue reading Blood Vermington

Big Wolf on Campus


In an effort to compose a reel I’ve had to track down a couple of performances I’d rather not look back on. Albeit small, here is another role on the show Big Wolf on Campus. The series is a direct spin-off of the MIchael J. Fox film entitled Teen Wolf. The episode is “That Swamp Thing You Do,” and my characters name is Woody.

As you can see, from the last two characters, I was subject to type casting. Soon after, I booked yet another role where I played a “weird” guy, and shortly after that I cut my hair.

I wish I had it back.

I’m thirty four

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The guy at my deli watched me walk in and walk out of his store. He’s changed things. There is a salad bar. The doors are now modern floor to ceiling glass. The sign is no longer scribbled on black, but bright white. He watched me walk out of his store and smiled saying “Okay, boss,” and I detoured down the road to the pizza place not twenty yards down. I ordered a pepperoni pizza and a cannoli (no chocolate chips). I looked behind me and saw a girl in a booth. She had black marks all the way up her leg and her hands and elbows were stained in black. It seemed she had been run over by a car. Her boyfriend dumped a plate of mushroom pizza in front of her—which did nothing but sit there—as he dug into his all dressed, deep dish. She leaned her head against the brick wall. Continue reading I’m thirty four