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How about some short detective fiction?

Do you like Sherlock Holmes? Do you love college? Have you ever had a weird fuckin’ roommate? If you answered yes to any of these questions, then boy do I have a story for you! This is a short story I wrote for my Fiction class this past semester. I was inspired by the Holmes story “The Sign of the Four,” as well as the excellent BBC series “Sherlock.” After going on a little Sherlock Holmes kick with those two versions, I decided to create my own with the Watson and Holmes characters (Ben Wilson and Seamus Ostendorf in my story, respectively) as American college students.  If you’ve got a bit of time (19 Word pages worth), check it out: Read more…


Life After

Life After

            The tennis ball looked stupid to him.  Fucking fuzzy green hairs.  Couldn’t it just be smooth?  Surely a smooth ball would not greatly affect the game of tennis.  No, he remembered, there was a reason for it.  Aerodynamics or something mundane.  It was all mundane now.

Dinner didn’t fare much better for Joe.  His favorite steakhouse, with his closest friends, plus William.  Joe never cared much for William.  He cared even less now.  Paul made a quip about playing with fuzzy balls rather than examining them.  Joe just carved his steak.

How could this be?  How could one night suck the joy out of the rest of your life?  At only 34, Joe had a lot of joyless life in front of him.  Could he really have peaked?

“More whiskey,” he told the server.

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A Story About the Body

This was an assignment for a creative writing class in which we had to re-imagine this poem by Robert Hass. 

A Story About the Body

They met at the watering hole.  From the first time he saw her, he knew he had to have her.  Her legs seemed to him insurmountable.  Her neck, that long neck, was the loveliest thing he had ever seen.  He knew what the others would think but he didn’t care.  He was in love.  They went for a run that day.  He liked that she kept pace.  At night, as he gazed longingly at her extensive body, she finally spoke.  “This could never work,” and when he didn’t understand, “I’m a giraffe you idiot.  The sheer physics of it are impossible.”  And she left the lion in silence.  The next morning, she found at her feet- he must have made the kill at dawn- the severed head of a large antelope.

Poetry?! Yeah, I did it

2 Poems about Rhode Island

March 2010

Grounders underwater

Pop flies splash

The river runneth over

Dow Field

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