Here’s a short short/prose poem that I wrote about when one of my best friends, Robb Grimes and I went sailing with his dad off the coast of Mexico. It was memorable both for the awe of where we were, and the tyranny of our sailboat’s captain. Either way, when we talk about it now, all we can do is laugh. With all the curmudgeon demeanor we both aquired at sea, we wouldn’t trade that trip for anything.
What happens when passions collide, involving the pace of a criminal’s life on the job, and demons materialized from the past, all to the background music of an elevator…in a supermarket? Find out here, with An Artist and a Thief, co-starring some of the best in dramatization, Tucker Braga, Robb Grimes and Matt Fogel.
Stories are everywhere, we just usually choose to ignore them. Looking at an airplane as it drifted high above the city, framed by my office window, I started thinking of all the stories taking place right now inside of it. People looking down at San Francisco and how peaceful and lifeless it must seem. Some of them had probably never even been here. I doubt any of them suspected they were the inspiration for a writer, looking up and finding a story. And here it is…
One day a guy went crazy in my hometown. I was just out of high school and it was one of those events where everyone remembers what they were doing that day. I certainly do and I’d always wanted to write a story that took place under similar circumstances. This story bears fictional glimpses of some aspects of my younger years, though is otherwise completely made up. I hope you enjoy it.