Category: writing

But if you want certainty you are in the wrong universe.

“May I speak with Ramdas Bingaman, please?” “Speaking. Who is this?” “Charles Bellaforte in the ISBL front office here.” “Ah, so good to hear from you, Charles. I was beginning to wonder.” “Sorry about that, sir. I have been on the phone with Regency Travel all day trying to arrange your flight to Uzbekistan. In … Continue reading But if you want certainty you are in the wrong universe. →

The journey is kept interesting by the snipers hiding in the trees alongside the road.

The interstate is a long gray snake, delivering me to Tampa and my brother's murderer. I drink 10 espressos and piss in a Gatorade jug as I drive. The journey is kept interesting by the snipers hiding in the trees alongside the road. Wreckage lines the road, muzzle flashes burst from the treeline. More than … Continue reading The journey is kept interesting by the snipers hiding in the trees alongside the road. →

For if playing by the rules guarantees that you lose, why bother playing?

Hammond Wry is the screen name of one Damen Ginzberg who lives in his parents’ basement in their middle class home in Hammond, Indiana. He understands the town’s bleak economic outlook, from its dearth of established high-paying jobs to the scarcity of interesting entry-level opportunities. Moreover, he recognizes, in part by overhearing his parent’s desperate, … Continue reading For if playing by the rules guarantees that you lose, why bother playing? →

as if there were other offices hidden under dumpsters in the backs of alleys scattered throughout the DFW metroplex

I find myself sitting in a comfortably appointed office beneath the street. The couch is rich, Corinthian leather and I nuzzle the irony deeply.  The walls are a mannish maroon, possibly owing to Willy’s father’s alma mater status at Texas A&M.  The walls sport framed paintings of impressionist flowers that seem unobtrusive notwithstanding the fact … Continue reading as if there were other offices hidden under dumpsters in the backs of alleys scattered throughout the DFW metroplex →