I write to have something to read that is a kick. I write because I don’t care what people think – but rather about what, in their most private moments, they dare to hope. I write to push-back the prevailing dystopia. I write to give readers a place to rest in the doably possible. I describe lives too immediate for the maudlin. Bizarrely ridiculous is my sense of humor. I write because I’ve absolutely GOT to; once begun, I simply MUST find out how the story comes out!

Read thirty of my short fictions here in WORKS or in POSTS.

I was infected by the curiosity about practically anything by the Catholic Bonaventure Sisters of Mary(BVM). The Christian Brothers of Ireland at O’Dea High School, Seattle, explained the unacceptability of the adjective nice. I attended the University of Washington, where the GI Bill funded five academic years among the disciplines of Oceanography, Anthropology and Physics, before I took a Bachelor of Arts, English.

Between my U of W Commencement down on the field in Husky Stadium and 2012, except for 25 intramurally-published articles on real-time street-managing many of the same people the Portland Police Bureau did, I wrote only personal letters.

In about 2012, me not expecting or planning any such far-fetched thing, an Oregon Coast writing group called Tuesday caused the sublimely magic novel, Lostine, to emerge in 25 weeks.

As a writer, I will always live in Lostine’s shadow.

A few of my short fictions published in 2020-23 at Friday Flash Fiction, the Iconoclast, Literary Yard, Ginosko Literary Journal, Wilderness House, Cardinal Sins Journal, Wrath Bearing Tree, Olive Tree Review and my favorite, the Canadian Fleas on the Dog.

Some of my Influences:

George Foreman Lucille Ball

Robert M. Pirsig Thucydides

A.I. Solzhenitsyn Bob Dylan

V.S.C. Ho Herman Melville

Plutarch Jack Kerouac

Joseph Conrad Fyodor Dostoevsky

G.I. Joe E.L. Doctorow

Donald Fagan Arline Feynman

Robert Mason

Books I Have Read More than Once:

The Subterraneans Treasure Island

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance Moby Dick

Bird by Bird Life on the Mississippi

Two Years Before the Mast Chickenhawk

Books I Collect:

Cruel Shoes