I remember hearing the song by Three Dog Night, “One Is the Loneliest Number,” and thinking, Yeah, that’s me. All by myself. No one cares.
Now I see that thought for what it really was, a cry in the night …
Children sitting on the dock.
Laughing.
Minnows nibbling their toes.
Jim is an award-winning author whose stories and poems have appeared in over three-hundred online and print publications. His collection of short stories Resilience was published in March 2021, by Bridge House …
The Riverview Restaurant was on the first floor of an 1880s Victorian House that was the cornerstone of the town of Wild Rose, Wisconsin. The upper two floors had six quaint rooms designed for guests who wanted the peace and …
You’d think my little brother would be excited to be a naturally born warlock like me and our dad. But, no, not him.
“I’m going as a ghost for Halloween,” Jerry told me. We were in our bedroom; our shared …
Garden lettuce disappearing.
Rabbits getting fatter.
Summertime yin and yang.
Jim lives in a small town twenty miles west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. His stories and poems have appeared in nearly three-hundred online and print publications. His short story “Aliens” has …
Hot kisses
While the ice cream
they’re sharing
Slowly
Melts.
Jim lives in a small town twenty miles west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. His stories and poems have appeared in nearly three-hundred online and print publications. His short story “Aliens” has …
I’ll never forget when my girlfriend Amy and I spent our first night together. We were juniors at Big Fork State College in northern Minnesota. She had gumption and drive and was working toward a degree in education with a …
After our Covid vaccination
We felt nothing
But resounding relief.
Jim lives in a small town twenty miles west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. His stories and poems have appeared in nearly three hundred online and print publications. “Resilience” a collection of …
From about fifty yards downstream Dad called to me, “Remember, Derek, ten and two. Ten and two.”
“Okay!”
I held my new carbon graphic rod reverently in my hands and positioned it straight up at twelve o’clock like he’d taught …
The invitation read, Time to celebrate. The pandemic is over and Blue is having her first birthday. Please attend. We’d love to see you!
Damn. Now I had a decision to make. Should I go or not?
There’s no way …