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Church of the Two Thieves
April 14, 2008 in 299 Words, Art, Business, Childhood, Church, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Religion, Short stories, Society, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Children, Church, Faith, Religion | by davidbdale | 9 comments
Here we let the children tell whatever stories serve their needs. We were surprised, though, when they started a church. We had thought, naively it seems, there were enough religions, but they were all founded on faith and suddenly, empty chapels are easy to come by. Read the rest of this entry »
Feeling the Feeling I Felt
April 7, 2008 in 299 Words, Art, Books, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Humor, language, Literature, Love, Marriage, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Art, Beauty, Bed, Hope, language, Love, Marriage, Poetry, Sex, Touch, translation | by davidbdale | 7 comments
The next day, I understood French. Standing by the curb in my bathrobe and slippers on a frosty morning, looking for the paper in the shrubs, I saw the sparkling blades of grass and heard the crystals crunch beneath my feet in a suburb of a suburb of New York City—all right, Jersey— Read the rest of this entry »
Shapes in the Blue
February 5, 2008 in 299 Words, Art, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Love, Memory, Monologue, Poetry, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Age, Fear, Hospital, Loss, Love, Lovers, Marriage, Memory | by davidbdale | 6 comments
We were twelve and stupid, American kids living in America, lying on our backs at recess. You like that? We lay on our backs side by side in the sun, in the grass, full of youth, looking for shapes in the clouds. Read the rest of this entry »
Bobcat in a Box
January 18, 2008 in 299 Words, Art, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Memory, Separation, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Abandon, Danger, Fear, Loss, Love, Lovers, Separation, Threat, Yearning | by davidbdale | 7 comments
Life may be short but forgetting takes forever, especially when they leave something behind. It’ll be four years now since Bob walked out with nowhere in particular to go, just trying to make distance from me. Read the rest of this entry »
Beautiful Checks
January 4, 2008 in 299 Words, Art, Business, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Life, Literature, Money, novels, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Anarchy, Beauty, Business, Humor, Money, Satire | by davidbdale | 12 comments
I work hard on my checks to the phone company, the utilities, the landlord and those irresponsibly naïve organizations that have entrusted me with credit. God bless their mortal souls. My checks are late and never for the recommended amount but they are works of art. Read the rest of this entry »
Wind Prints III
December 2, 2007 in 299 Words, Art, Epilepsy, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Photography, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Art, Child, Father, Gallery, Girl, Illness, Photography, Son, Student | by davidbdale | 7 comments
I usually have to tell my students to question the meanings of photographs and the motives of photographers, but not her. I sense instead, whatever I tell her, she’s wondering why. Read the rest of this entry »
Wind Prints II
December 2, 2007 in 299 Words, Art, Epilepsy, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Photography, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Art, Father, Gallery, Girl, Illness, Photography, Son, Student | by davidbdale | 4 comments
People and things are so easy to lose it’s a wonder we end up anywhere with anything to show. The future too is insecure and can be misplaced as easily as the little pocket items of the past— Read the rest of this entry »
Wind Prints I
December 2, 2007 in 299 Words, Art, Epilepsy, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Photography, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels | Tags: Art, Gallery, Girl, Illness, Photography, Son, Student | by davidbdale | 7 comments
A steady breeze billows the laundry on the line in photograph after black-and-white photograph along the gallery walls. Dad says they make the breeze visible. Read the rest of this entry »
Art Garde
August 20, 2007 in 299 Words, Art, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Art, Museum, Romance | by davidbdale | 10 comments
Unless the boy king’s back in town, there’s room in my galleries for those who know what they’re looking at. We’re trained to scan the floor for anyone at risk of mischief. I’m in the modern rooms most days; the playful, the subversive pieces gather here. Read the rest of this entry »
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