Chapter 58: October 10th, 2009 (fiction)

This is a warm up exercise to prep me to write Chapter 58 of my novel.  It's a free write... no editing.

Candle (brief memoir)

The wick of the soy candle we bought last November stretches its neck up high out of the wax.  The wax has melted in layers, like tiers in a sports stadium.  Like sections of a theatre, ready to hear the stories the

What Face? (fiction)

The boy leaned his face as close to the front window as he could without pressing up against it.  He had made that mistake before.  He strained to see down the street, his right foot hovering in the air, its shoe lace reaching down toward the floor.   He saw nothing.  Heard nothing. 

Before sleep

I was in bed last night, not asleep, in what is the most comfortable position for trying to fall asleep.  Imagine climbing up a wall, left arm extended upward, left leg bent so as to

Allow me to introduce myself

Call me JEL.

That might be funny.  Or a cliche' that squeezed your eyes shut.  And if it made you navigate back to the What Disney Character is My Uncle? quiz, or whatever weird