The doorbell mimics a wind chime and Joey laughs. He peeks out the window and sees a police officer. “Hey there, how can I help you?” “Are you Joseph Moralez?” “Yes.” “Can I have a word with you?” “Sure, let me put on some pants. I’ll be right down.” Joey invites Sergeant David Church into... Continue Reading →
Trickle Down (I need someone to write the music for the lyrics.)
Trickle Down Ronald Reagan was my hero in 1985. I’m not sure what I was thinking. I was only 9. At recess it was raining. Trickle down. Trickle down. Ronald Reagan was my hero in 1986. I’m not sure how I was thinking. I was only 10. At lunch it was raining. Trickle down. Trickle... Continue Reading →
Small Town Stories – 3. Ms. Johnson’s Brunch
Sera Silversmith empties her handbasket onto the conveyor belt. Orange juice, grapefruit juice, prosecco, coffee beans, English muffins and bacon. Her hair is tied up in a pony tail showing a small star tattoo behind her left ear. She finally notices how much is in the man’s shopping cart in front of her and regrets... Continue Reading →
Small Town Stories – 2. Say-Lee’s
Paul’s phone buzzes. “Hey, did your plane arrive early?” “No. I decided to drive,” Joey says. “I’m about 20 minutes out. Where are you?” “You drove? It’s like ten hours.” “Well, with the layover it was about six. Besides, I wanted to see the country.” “You scared of flying, aren’t you?” “No. Just send me... Continue Reading →
Small Town Stories – 1. Paulie Nuts
Paul weaves his old Toyota pickup from the uptown hill to the flats. The silver truck moves through neighborhoods common to almost any small town in America. Harrison Avenue is lined with hotels near the highway and the national fast food joints are dotted next to them. He passes a nearly empty mall but there’s... Continue Reading →
