Poem 001-2022-0924

During the years of painting wildlife and landscapes, drawing comic strips, and writing books, I’ve been a poet. “Dream Voyeur” is a poem based on a vivid dream I had that left its mark on me upon waking. When I sleep you hide paralyzed in the shadows of my bed where your courage to live … Continue reading Poem 001-2022-0924

Fantasy Short Story 002-2022-0922

I call this story “Into the Void” and wrote it in 2007. It’s a bit strange and reflects the fiction I was reading at the time. It’s no secret that current culture and events seep into every writer’s work (and every artist’s artwork). * * * Ronald Parker’s cell phone vibrated on his leather belt … Continue reading Fantasy Short Story 002-2022-0922

Acrylic Painting: Black Bear At Beaver Dam

This post features the evolution of a black bear I painted in acrylic on canvas in 1989. Enjoy. It began the year before, in 1988. Black bear weren’t common sights around my neck of the woods, but I caught a glimpse of one while I hiked some swampland and stopped to sketch and photograph a … Continue reading Acrylic Painting: Black Bear At Beaver Dam

Being Funny

I’m always writing, it seems, even in my sleep. But when I’m not, I’m either reading or, if it’s summertime, looking for a baseball game to watch. I enjoy watching baseball. I was an avid player in my youth, and I played in softball leagues for many years when I became an adult. There’s nothing … Continue reading Being Funny

Fantasy Short Story 001-2022-0901

I call this story “Different Perspectives.” * * * The coffeehouse window Larry sat beside reminded him of sitting in his car at the car wash. Except, this wasn’t Get Wet Express. This was another rainy day in Ridgewood, at Mabel’s, on Monday, around eight-thirty in the morning, and he sat across his sister Elaine, … Continue reading Fantasy Short Story 001-2022-0901

Doing What We Love

After blogging for eleven years and seven months at a WordPress site that featured my artwork, I shut it down so I can spend more time writing and keeping up this website/blog. That doesn’t mean I’ve given up on making art. On the contrary. In my post prior to this one, I showed a graphite … Continue reading Doing What We Love

Quality In Our Lives

Today’s topic is a recurring theme in many of my stories. As a writer, I think life lessons make the best themes. When I’m not writing, I sometimes draw to keep the visual artist in me in shape (I’m an artist by trade who enjoys writing fiction). Like any exercise, I think it’s healthiest to … Continue reading Quality In Our Lives

New Story, Old Tale

Before there was Ridgewood, there was Ravenwood, a fictional town I created in my high school creative writing classes. In the center of the town that I named after Edgar Allan Poe’s famous poem was Myers Lake, named after Alice Myers, an incredibly old woman who lived alone in an ancient Victorian mansion at the … Continue reading New Story, Old Tale

Beginnings, Chapter 4

The first story I wrote that featured Vree as the main character was a 1972 short called “Ghost Love.” It was based on an earlier story about two 12-year-olds named Haley and Owen. SPOILER ALERT: Owen died in the story and came back as a ghost. Vree’s version became a little darker than the original. … Continue reading Beginnings, Chapter 4

Beginnings, Chapter 3

I presented a draft from 2016 in the last post, of a story I wrote in 1971 that introduced the characters Nick Corwin and Vree Erickson. It began as a high school creative writing assignment that developed into a short story about a boy with a magic typewriter that took him places when he typed … Continue reading Beginnings, Chapter 3