“Don’t Look Now, the Universe is Laughing”

“Don’t Look Now, the Universe is Laughing” by Will Carlson At some point in our lives everyone meets at Starbucks.  It’s true.  In 1997 an experiment was conducted by Professor Maxwell Sloan of Loyola University to test his theory.  For five years at the college’s campus franchise two blocks away from his office Dr. Sloan…

The Unforgettable Fire

June 26, 2006  Monday I had to laugh this morning at my small UPS shrine that has arrived.  I really just thought it would be a little package, once a month perhaps, for a small reminder of home.  You’ve been sending things off though, as far as I can tell, nearly once a week.  It…

When We Meeyte

 

Blank White Page

written December 1, 1999     So we meet again, blank white page.  I thought I just got rid of you. Well, you’re out of luck, my creative self isn’t home.  No, I don’t know when he’ll be back.  Could be awhile. A week to write a story, I think as I walk home from…

Much Ado About a Chromosome

written May 18, 2005, revised and expanded June 6, 2016     Sometimes I get in writing kicks, and although this effort might end up being a punt, I will follow its path to whatever end.  And what better subject to write blindly of than the human heart. *      *     *…

Transactions

written February 2015 Transactions What Axel Landon’s birth certificate, dated July 4, 1876, did not say, was that its existence , as well as Axel’s, was the result of a fifteen minute ya’tun between Jackson Landon and pretty, butter scotch-haired Sylvia Morton, Pinefield’s lone, sixteen-year old prostitute. The miracle of life. If the Pinefield Town…