Monthly Archives: August 2008

In Less Than a Day’s Time

By Douglas | Published: August 28, 2008
Four boys glow on the porch of the mountain cabin. The morning sun tints them in orange. Their denimed legs create infinite shadows down the rippling floorboards. The dew-soaked, bark-stripped, rough-hewed, corner-post Ponderosa steams from the warmth. The west side of the cabin and the unkempt meadow grasses shiver in the shade and the frost. [...]
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Imagine Kenneth Branagh With a Sword

By Douglas | Published: August 27, 2008
Most of the last mornings as I’ve sat down to write I’ve wanted to describe what I want to write rather than write what I want to write.  This week’s experience isn’t a virgin one. Intially, and right up to the moment I crafted the first sentence above, I’ve worked to tamp this feeling down.  [...]
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Your Impatience; Your Life.

By Douglas | Published: August 26, 2008
A miniskid slides up to your boots.  You toss on your duffel and guitar kit and go back to rummaging around the passenger’s side floorboards to find the second of two dead batts you tossed there.  Perhaps you’re having trouble finding either of the batts because you’re thinking more about the security for the data-paq [...]
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