an owl balloon
hidden in the attic
resembles an angel
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
an owl balloon
hidden in the attic
resembles an angel
Maybe I’m just a clothes donkey.
Fit anyone else you know?
She realized all of her coworkers live in trailers.
Especially when the sun barely rises above the horizon.
Somewhere in the winter ahead.
It was a place meant to be worked by horses.
A covered bridge just down the hill.
When biblical translator and subversive revolutionary John Wycliffe (born 1384) meets up with the psychedelic painter Hieronymous Bosch ( born 1450) in a railroad-siding town on the Great Plains, who knows what will erupt. Especially when modern dance genius Isadora Duncan (born 1877) joins the action. Who says great genius doesn’t continue, even in the most out-of-the-way places?
That’s the premise of my novella, With a Passing Freight Train of 119 Cars and Twin Cabooses, which has become part of my new book, The Secret Side of Jaya, now that she’s entered the fray. Jaya has, after all, shown up in town as a do-gooder social activist. How else is she supposed to keep her sanity in relative isolation?
Well, there is the Laundromat plus a subversive operation from an old warehouse owned by Virgil and Homer, as in Latin and Greek classics, erupting in my wildest prose to date. The original work bitterly split one competition jury that awarded publication honors to another author. So be warned, you’ll either hate or love it.
But it’s only part of the resulting new collection.