I took this in the morning at Munich. This was my first site of Europe, the first time I had been over the Atlantic.
My body had no idea what time it was. I had landed in another world, and the dreamscape was highlighted by the slowly lifting fog.
Month: September 2013
Desert Road
I’ve been to the Mohave a few times in my life, and I am beginning to believe that all desert roads look the same.
Still, driving through the high desert, classic rock on the radio, wind blowing like a hair dryer in the windows gives a interesting perspective on things.
I was an East Coast boy, so the ability to see for miles always gets to me. So vast, so open, so free. All desert roads look like that.
Notes from NYC, 2003
8 June, 2003
“The world ended at Times Square”
My original notes for what would become “All That Is Left Is Chance” The story was inspired by a party after the Stoker awards in NYC, a balcony with a view, a pretty girl, or two, and the cast of characters in my life that can only be described as “my friends”.
read it on
amazon, http://amzn.com/B00ENA369K
nook, http://bn.com/s/2940148751625
published by Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing
