Habeas Corpus, Installment 3
Since I’m still struggling to shake a head cold AND I’m repainting the dining room, I leave you with installment three of Habeas Corpus…
I hurdle down the highway, home to Northfield. I exit the freeway to get gas, retrieving enough change from the passenger seat floor to make a call from the pay phone. […]
Habeas Corpus, installment 2
I just love that a few of you are reading this. So here goes…installment 2.
For those of you who need to brush up. Click here to read installment one.
Memories of my father, his temper, his long absences, the defeated hang-dog way he drifts around the house filling ashtrays and playing Steppen Wolf albums so the […]
Habeas Corpus, beginning
So I confused you, my few and loyal readers, two days back by posting a passage from the middle of the novel I’m writing. I apologize. It is cruel and disorienting to make you jump into the action half way through.
And because I’ve had a busy day and haven’t finished the post I meant […]
Habeas Corpus, excerpt
I’ve been trying to finish the novel I started early last year. It is slow going but some progress, between raking leaves, walking the dog, volunteering in the classroom, painting the dining room and reading your blog, has been made. Since I haven’t had time to write a unique post today but did get some […]
Best Laid Plans
How to cope with writer’s block? Both Ron and Bono agree that writing about the mental constipation plaguing me is a sure way to regain the free flow of ideas. I am so fond of Ron and have quite a few U2 songs on my iPod that used to work before I ran it through […]
Rejection encore.
Oh foot fungus, Oh blast, Oh bother, Oh BU admissions officer - You Bitch…
There. That’s better. Now I’ll explain.
Yesterday I finally got around to fetching the mail. After receiving my rejection from BU’s writing workshop back in April, I’ve grown a little lazy about the mail. Days and days go by, the mailman patiently […]
Gardenias (fiction)
(in case y’all have been wondering what I’ve been up to…writing. Writing fiction. Here’s another short story for your perusal.)
Gardenias By The Front Door
By Carey Cornwall Ezell
Kate Adams was just about to shower when her husband began to rattle the knob and pound at the door. She wondered what made him feel warranted in […]
crosswords (fiction)
Cross Words
Fifteen across… Five letters for Capital of Nigeria… Lagos.
Except it was changed to Abuja in the early nineties. The whole puzzle’s unsolvable without this one kernel of knowledge.
I wonder if he even knows about Abuja. He could Google it, just as I have. He could Google himself. There are vague and mild […]
the weight of two (fiction)
Heather left the apartment well before dawn. The sun had yet to rise over the dumpster, the parked cars, the leaves and litter blowing in restless tumbles. She carried a small suitcase bulging with the woolens and scarves and outer wear she’d packed for the trip North.
Her old Honda started with a shudder. She […]
habeas corpus (fiction, chapter one)
Memories of my father, his temper, his long absences, the defeated hang-dog way he drifted around the house filling ashtrays and playing Steppen Wolf albums so the windows rattled, made it hard to conjure any tears at his gravesite.
I kicked around the mound of fresh laid sod, thinking Hillside Cemetery too pretty a place for […]
